"The Homeland, Aztlán," Gloria Anzaldua

1,950 mile-long open wound
          running down the length of my body,
          staking fence rods in my flesh,
                      splits me   splits me  
                      me raja   me raja

This is my home
this thin edge of
           barbwire.

But the skin of the earth is seamless.

(universitat pompeu fabra)

i start school for real tomorrow: español avanzado II, transatlantic perspectives in literature, arte y artistas, and hispanic and latino cultures in the u.s.

tarragona, catalunya

imperfecto, subjuntivo

sometimes i catch myself feeling like i have a long-distance boyfriend at home. but i do not. i do not have a boyfriend at home, i do not have someone waiting for me. i am free here.

next week i will get my shit together

W

ooph. today i feel lonely here.

they say "the study abroad experience" is supposed to be like a W, emotionally. of course my up down up down up feels more like a richter scale (oh haii, separation anxiety).

ode to mukluk

O dear, dear mukluks

you have been

so good

to me, and to my frosty toes