Ana C. sent me her book ‘make-believe love-making’ a week ago. read it on the train on my way back home. hated men after completing reading. got really excited about everything else after reading it.
my favorite:
‘big chunks of tomato’
when you cut tomatoes
you cut them in big chunks
and i’ve always hated tomatoes
in big chunks
your pasta always tasted like shit
i smiled and ate shit because i wanted to
fuck you
but i guess you liked her and not me
because the chunks
got bigger and bigger
every time
puedo sentir la frustación. i can feel the frustration she might have felt if any of this was real. but who says it’s not. i want to hug her. the end.
