Publish in TeenInk magazine: abuelita dígame, tell me about the bus ride to heaven
she sits so pretty, so so pretty,
floating on water rafts of curious thoughts
We are the story of 10:00 pm and 45 degrees from the sun when we laughed our knees into concrete, remember that?
I want to cry. I think I'll do it Wednesday cause to don't have class till one.
and we promised we would never forget her