it's the big things that get my attention
but it's the little ones that keep it
sometimes
i like to wear old school hats
like the one my grandfather gave me
i guess i picked it up from him
they fled communist Cuba in the 50's
he told such stories of pre Castro Cuba
apparently hats were quite popular in Havana back then...
i have never been
but know why i am waiting
me?
my father still calls me by my childhood nickname
"sin vergüenza"
which translates as fearless
they call my 10 year old sister the same thing
(is that a bad thing?)
i beat her up as often as possible
like my brother did me
it's obvious to all
she loves it
i swear
my other sister is 12
likes to take permanent marker to Lichtenstein lithographs
altering the cartoonish captions
making them shockingly approprié to my life
she says she feels bad about it
but laughs whenever she sees it
i now beat her up too
she loves it
i swear
they are 10 and 12
call me Marquitos
and are always on my side
unless they're not
(which is arbitrary - they're girls)
and when they get tired
they curl up next to me and say i love you
and that right there
is the single most incredible feeling in the universe
what's yours?
