WIP: Our Lives After the Fall

When my sister was 21, she got too drunk on a wine tour, tripped over her untied shoe-lace, hit her head on a rock and died. Actually, we all died- Luisa, Mami, Papi, and me. Since her accident, none of us have really lived.

I was 14 and without Luisa to fuss over, Mami focused all of her attention on me.

Where are you going? Who will be there? What time will you be finished? You know what, forget it I will take you and wait outside to bring you home.

It became much easier to, at first just not go anywhere, and later, to be the house where everyone came to after school, and then to become the girl who never went outside anymore. It's a slow progression but it feels fast. Like you just woke up one day afraid to leave your room, but really it happened in tiny increments.
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*I've been reviewing my old works-in-progress to see if something jumps out at me or grabs my attention. Often, while traveling, I'd see a spot in the landscape that triggered a scene in  my head, and then the opening of a story soon follows. I think this one came to me while on a trip through the Central Coast of California; we were trying to get to Big Sur, but, alas, wildfires. We had to turn back. This is a piece I found on my phone in the Notes app. It might could still be something one day if I get bored enough:

Love & Balls,
Jaded
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but things just get so crazy
living life gets hard to do
and I would gladly hit the road, get up and go, if I knew
that someday it would lead me back to you

WIP: All We Are Is Wasted Hours (A Housekeeping Poem)

we were a tangle of limbs the 

morning you left 

echoes of screeching tires outside 

along the parkway 

and last night’s platanos still on the table, forgotten. like us. 

you stole a kiss from me as I stared at the sword above your desk 

“What are you thinking about?” you mumbled, 

“Montauk,” I whispered. “The waves at Ditch Plains. 

And that shopping spree at the 99-cent store in Miami. Remember?” 

you planted another kiss on my face to hide 

your lapse in memory. 

still, I found a temporary comfort in the curve of your neck, and the lingering scent of your cologne 

in my sheets and my hair and my skin. 

we were a beautiful mess that morning: me the girl from Brooklyn with too many memories and you the

boy from nowhere with nothing,

both waiting to be tidied up.

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*I've been reviewing my old works-in-progress to see if something jumps out at me or grabs my attention. And I know, posting it here makes it ineligible to be posted elsewhere but listen, there's a good chance I won't follow through on this so might as well give these pieces their 15 minutes of fame while I can.

Love & Balls,

Jaded

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hello again, friend of a friend, i knew you when

our common goal was waiting for the world to end

now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend

you crack the whip, shapeshift and trick the past again