I asked myself to tell me a story. Once upon a time, I said, I told you a story about you. You did not believe me and asked, how can the story be about me, if i wasn’t there? Because you were there, I replied, only that you were pretending to be asleep, and so, you were. Ah yes, I know this story, I remembered, I just have to ask myself to tell it, so I don’t forget.
A mi hermano
Tengo toda la vida esperando que me saques. Que me saques de allí donde alguien más me puso. Que me saques de aquí donde yo misma me metí. Es injusta mi demanda. Tú tenías ocho y después diez y después quince y tal vez veinte. Es injusta mi demanda. Las opciones eran dos. Mi única…
Avoiding
I go through great lengths to avoid getting to know you. Yet there you are, unequivocally yourself, and I keep choosing not to see you. Why? You ask. Fear, I respond. Fear that if I truly saw you, after all this time, I would hate what I see and hate myself for it.
The Dulus Nest 