Viejo Cara de Hacha
I was in 8th grade, roughly 14 years old. I lived in San Ysidro, a border town on the U.S./MexicanContinue Reading
Tag: feminism
The Sensuous Experience of Washing Dishes
The soap suds are purifying An immaculate act My brusque manicured hands sensually stroke the tainted surface of each dishContinue Reading
My Tita told me I deserved to feel good in bed.
Two days prior to my Tita dying, she asked Carmen and I to give her a bath. “Escojeme una blusaContinue Reading
