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I learned those in my last
foster home. One of the girls
there was pretty much a chola.
That’s a gringa word for
gangbanger. Anyway, I did
learn a couple of palabras
here with Señor Gonzales:
amor and nuevo. If you
put them together, what do
you get? Answer: new love.
I’M NOT REALLY IN LOVE
With Kyle. I’m not really in love
with Matt, either. Falling in
love
with someone is the surest
highway to hurt that I know.
When the door to love
opens,
the window to control closes.
I have little enough power
over my life as it is.
The portal
to pain is caring too deeply
about anyone. That includes
me, myself, and I. It’s scary
to
think I might never take a deep
drink of forever love. Scarier
still to gag on yet another
deception.
