They named me Blanca, and I have accustomed myself to answering such sounds. I like sharp objects and tiny noises. I'm terrified to look at my hands in case one day I find them old.

I write in English, but I sweat in Spanish.


I am also tired of squishy language and waiting for a pause.











Sudor:

Me llamaron Blanca, y me he acostumbrado a contestar a esos sonidos. Me gustan los objetos punzantes y los ruiditos. Me da miedo mirarme las manos por si un día no las reconozco.

El lenguaje blandito me ofende y estoy esperando a una pausa.








~~~that wall knows~~~
ask the chair