Category Archives: Memoir

You’re not in San Francisco.

You know you are not in the BAY when there are seats left open at the free Wi-Fi café. You know when the cashiers at Trader Joe’s are genuinely surprised you brought your own canvas bags. You know when you are the only … Continue reading

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Hips Lips Palms Pushing

One. Blue. The blue of your sheets when you’re looking up at me.                                         Longing for the feel of your hand interlaced … Continue reading

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Good Morning San Francisco

Bitter espresso Warm sun Soothing clear water in a tall clean glass Jasmine making its way up lattice this side of the café patio Good music, something Latina, something with a strong beat People ever so interesting to look at … Continue reading

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If I had a Nickel

If I had a Nickel For ever time you threatened suicide every time we saw your face puffy your thin white lips locked together your head in your hands. You yelling voice shill, the sound of boiling crabs. If I … Continue reading

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More por favor!

The sound of rolling tongues, behind heavy full lips are no longer foreign to me. The words come easily from friends sitting around my kitchen table with clear dark brown and caramel eyes short stylish haircuts and delicate perfume pepino … Continue reading

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Today

I thought I heard my father’s voice. It caught the air in my throat and turned solid, an unnamed ball there formed. I had to release the thing: before I choked. It was not my dad, and I don’t even … Continue reading

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