girls

the sun is a girl. she has lips as sweet as rosemary, a voice softer than my thoughts. she used to settle in the desert, where she could beat down mercilessly and reap her light. but now she’s here, smiling at me, eyes jubilant, hazel, sparkles of their own star. she says we vibe, she says we were destined to meet. we’re soulmates in our own little way. the sun is a girl, and she moved all this way to find me.

J: “ Cuando mi mamá se recupere, se va a querer ir de la ciudad… No te pongas así. “

V: “ Bueno, supongo que prefiero que estés lejos, pero que estés a salvo… Eso no quiere decir que no me duela. “