the hand of the fish

eye of the mole

heart of the leaf

do not look for things that you cannot find, because that is how you start a myth. that is how you wake up at two pm and your most soft and darling girl is leaning over you with bright panic in her and you're not sure, what fluid is coming out of you? you can never tell.

and she laughs.

eye of the poppy seed

king of the sand grains

first discovery of bitterness happens with a green mango second discovery

is when your grandmother, small as she is, small thing she is, small thing that anyone would equate to the people she hates, won't let your ten year old mexican friend in the house

so you try to say that everyone will already think you two are the same, and your friend is grim, and you can't know how she feels. no one has refused you this way. no one will refuse you this way.

but the thing is that you are your friend are basically the same, really you're the same you're both from central, right, and ?

it's the same when one day cora, who is four, comes home from preschool and cries about her mixed girl hair, which is

a crooning

a soft never mess always mess

tongue of the frog

mouth of the rock

please, let us not look for what is not here

please, let us forget what is gone from us