a splash of red, Central Park, NYC, a few days before christmas

Merry holidays.

Thinking all afternoon of Anzaldúa then indigo...

Ana Castillo's entry for Dec. 12th is very compelling: "The biggest problem for so many youth in the 21st century so far, since 2001, was that they had come up in a bubble of prosperity or at least possibilities, unawares of what their political leaders were up to and importantly, not interested..."

south texas winter

Never noticed monarch polka dots
like Minnie’s. Everything compared to Disney – reverse similes for red rock and snow-capped landscapes. Who’s to know monarchs from viceroys, pure love from pure love? Two black dots mark orange fan male, Senator. And Queen

Amidala’s decoy feeds from frogs. Gotta get your salt fix, girl. Gotta mimic someone else so low flying saucers mistake you, body mulberry, for sun pretty. Be a fish in a school of plenty – help make a silver streak with waves in the middle of breaking.

And the gulf keeps breaking and lapping into winter, into fisherman, into beached bluebottle man-of-wars. Mouths in pouches, mouths in hooks, sexy piercings and gatherings while your gills still working from a string of shiny things.

Note to selves: Knock your noxious pochisimos as if they were wood. Knock on, knock up, knock out. Endangered sea turtles are immune to polyp tentacles – ooomm delicious bluebubble devils! Ooomm ooomm good!

December

I finally took note today (breathed) that it is December. December!

One of my first December memories: taking a bite out of the styrofoam ice cream cone decoration dangling from the Christmas tree. I really thought it would taste like chocolate chips. I remember wanting to taste it for days and days until I finally gave in when no one was looking.

I saw a firefly yesterday near a soccer field. I'm still impressed with fireflies, especially on cool days in Texas, but a locked-up grass field bothers me.

Today I almost asked a woman in line behind me (too close behind) if she'd like to slug me with her chorizo links so that I'd inch up more for her to feel like the long line at the grocery store were moving faster. At the time I felt impatience is a kind of violence. Now I think it's humorous.

It’s been raining all day. If you told me it was late August or September I’d believe it.

I vacillate between wanting beauty, boredom, and excitement as distractions.

I want to write more entries but gotta finish up semester first. Soon enough.