Sonya's so good that all the guys pick on her, so the evening's narrative goes. I've heard she wears yellow t-shirts each time to match her hair. Last time her tennis shoes got so dusty that she had to throw them out because there was no way on earth that they could be white again. Trunks shrink like deflated accor- dions, like melodramatic arguments after they've met face to face with someone's indifference. A baby cries and pouts while her mother is trying to scoop more Velveta on to her nacho. The father is strung out on something, someone in back of us says. A teenager with severe acne turns around and fires a dart full of cavities into my gaze. We give in to the pleasure of destruction for the sheer sake of waste. What inside, the collision, the jerk on the nape that makes the driver wonder whether this one's it. Swallow me dust while the crowd cheers and claps its French fries away into the space between a nearby neon and the floodlights gathering an army of many sized moths.
Mónica de la Torre
Driven by a Strange Desire
I. Before Breakfast When the sun turns gray and I become tired of looking at your many-colored shoes I will give you balloons for all the holes we speak too much to fill. Who believes in air, nowadays? Or do you prefer tea with the dried fruit I will have to throw out the window of your room? Because I want this to stop I want this to stop I want this II. Towards Moorish Spain To kill the dragons is a different thing in my family there are only lizards. In Sevilla--never famous for its lamps-- a dissected crocodile hangs from a roof. The reptile, the Crown’s Byzantine gift. Its teeth suspended in the air of the cathedral. I stole a pair of shoes; but didn’t run far from the orchard where water had women’s scent. Thirst is not fear, thirst is not green, but has wings like dragons, or airplanes. As oranges in Sevilla, driven by a strange desire to stay where they are. Floating. Suspended. III. Towards Virgo The Milky Way is not only expanding; the Bang is not only a Bang. It is drifting and being pulled away from, let’s say, something. Because dark matter is ninety nine of what there is and visible matter is so small it clusters together and forms a Great Wall. China and Spain and my eyes reading the paper. We are still together, are we not, wondering if.