sjsprWriting

“Big time”

“Big time”

“Big time”

Says the girl with bad eyes and “what-the-fuck-curly-hair,”

strung along in her reggae riddims and illegitimate African roots too far to reach

for the sometimes funny girl.

Slap-in-the-face-break-bone-Hong-Kong-culture-shock for a soul doused in Viejo San Juan,

sippin’ on strange bottles of quirky-tapioca-filled bubble tea because weird is where she’s at.

“I just do me.”

Yellow-fingered creature with eyes too small to see who she really is.

“This is a bad idea,” she may say as her ambivert turns introvert.

As she feels her Puerto Rican side has withered.

As she finds herself more take-out Asian than abacus Asian.

As the awkward chino-rican takes her place behind the big glasses.

Uncertain, but.

Her “I-don’t-know’s” and "What am I's?" disappear:

in Coamo

in Ponce

in Rincón

And that halfsie-ambidextrous-95% a shit-beautiful-lotus-in-a-sea-of-lo-mein blossoms gracefully in a thrift shop on Calle Loiza where small pizza earrings cost five dollars.

“Fuck yea.”