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Abuelo | September 25, 2010

Your living room was bare and dark.

I would open the shades

to allow the light

to drown out the bareness.

Your walls were bare, too,

with only a framed photo

of my mom.

Mom sleeping

with one arm bent

at the elbow,

resting on her forehead.

I sleep this way,


Inside your living room

were two wood chairs

that seemed

to hold

the house together.

Your hammock,

hung shyly between

two corners

of two walls.

I loved


soften my knees


fall backwards

into your hammock’s

safe embrace.

A faint cloud of dust


each time,

encircling me.

I loved the feeling

of my body

held tightly,

safe from

all that isn’t good.

I loved swinging,

as I lay,

with one leg perched

on your floor.

I loved your bare room.

I loved you.


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A lover of people, the arts, parks, curiosity, spontaneity, altruism, self-exploration, and story telling. I believe in living your life nakedly and on fire. I am one of triplets: I have two sisters running about in the city coping my look. If you see "me", think twice. Much of my writing is inspired by my daily happenings. Much of it is also closely connected to my years at Bates College. This blog is for anyone looking for inspiring insights and stories.







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