From: Los Angeles. Heart and Soul.
Lives: Massachusetts where the trees sing.
Believes: "no hay
revolucion sin canciones" (jara).
Always: sings, eats grapefruit, stares at the sky, writes about music and how it makes bad things better.
Never: Discriminates. Judges. Stops dancing. Sleeps.
i see rain for the first time in months, k. and i are signing a lease on a bright orange fruit tree studded apartment we can barely afford, my job believes that even bakeries should sing, and mama’s crying because of time. growing up is intensely confusing. being in one place is frightening.