dog days
Last night I played with a dog at a backyard party fundraiser. It had been a while since i played with a dog so I kept poking at it to play with me. I want to be your friend, i thought. It wasn't exactly a party I was invited to by the host or the actual person they were fundraising for. I was happy and welcomed in by the host, and through a couple of awkward questions actually met the girl who was being deported and needed some lawyer fees fundraised that night. She introduced me to other folks, and was told to dance with them. I did and made more acquaintances that night than i thought I would. The music was so right, and was slowly realizing I was in a predominantly Latino and POC party. I let down my guard danced to reggae and cumbia-ed with some ladies, many over 40 with there kids and partners sitting around. At one point I had let a lady borrow my huaraches, and took her high heels. I was at peace, and only slightly innappropriate in my head. I dined on watermelon and wine, and broke a sweat in strangers backyard. I did moves that I felt I would never unleash again unless I was with my multigrains (MElo, Lupe) or Oscar, or family and friends in soflo. I almost cried at one point because of nostalgia. I let loose and was reminded how refreshing it is to just let it happen. I am in love. I don't know how to express it, sometimes i wish i could just dance it. That same night i met Jaraneros in a Pupuseria, and played danced and sang with them. I thought for an instance that Albuquerque was actually letting me in a little more, that i was an okay presence, and that it was gonna be o.k.
I played with a dog about 5 years ago, at a backyard party in Tallahassee where an old couch went up in flames. I knew no one there either, but made sure the one brown boy there would know me. Even if he isn't around me anymore, last night i was with him while with the dog. The dog bit me tho, maybe he wanted me to snap out of it. Don't relive shit with me, was what he was tryin to say. I think i know why. I think i understand. I guess i need a haircut.
I played with a dog about 5 years ago, at a backyard party in Tallahassee where an old couch went up in flames. I knew no one there either, but made sure the one brown boy there would know me. Even if he isn't around me anymore, last night i was with him while with the dog. The dog bit me tho, maybe he wanted me to snap out of it. Don't relive shit with me, was what he was tryin to say. I think i know why. I think i understand. I guess i need a haircut.