Wow. You know the old saying,
“You’re beautiful when you cry”?
Well, you definitely are.
“I’m not cry—,” I start, but when
his hand brushes my cheekbone,
his fingers come away wet.
“I guess I am, huh? I’m sorry,
I … uh …” He stops me with
one tear-damp finger against
my lips. Shh. Nothing to be sorry
about. He kisses me again,
and this one is even sweeter,
despite a lingering essence
of Esperanza’s world-famous
salsa. Not to mention a spicy
taste in my own mouth. Guilt.
Summer
CRAZY
If I had to use one word
to sum up my life now,
that’s what it would be.
Insane,
pure and simple. Here
I try to do the right thing,
attempt to be one of the
heroes.
What does it get me?
A life tossed into turmoil,
any pretense of stability
shattered. It takes