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to my funny ass tell you about my day.”
We didn’t talk romance, or the future, or anything but this
perfect kind of promise: She wasn’t saying she’d wait.
She wasn’t saying she’d put her life on hold.
But she said she’d hold a space for me
to lay my worries, and hear her say,
“I got you. I got you. For this horizon and tomorrow’s.”
Back in my bed, in the apartment
where Mami and Tía slept,
I had what felt like the first dream
I’d remembered in a long time.
I was in the pilot seat. And Melody
was sitting next to me.
“Take her on up,” Melody said.
“Yes, Captain,” I responded, and we smiled.
I taxied, and pushed forward the thruster.
And the nose tilted and nuzzled
the sky, and the engine hummed in such a way
my entire body trembled, and the sun shone
but I had on aviator glasses,
and when I looked at the ground I saw
Mami and Tía, and they were holding hands, and looking up.
And I kept rising and rising, until I was knitted into the sky
and everywhere was mine, and possible between my hands
and I was so, so grateful to have lived inside of that dream
for a little while.
Second Line, First Dance
Farrah Rochon
I knew I should have worn my black skirt.
Not only does my ass look fire in it, but it’s both professional and stylish, the ultimate confidence booster. If there is one thing I need today, it’s a confidence boost.
