IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM
By Keana Aguila Labra
If you want to know who I am, laugh with butterflies in Lola’s garden.
Watch the light stream between the clouds off Biscayne.
Follow Biscayne down until you reach brick and dance toward the short stumpen palm men.
Remember where the Shakey’s was and walk in a single file line along the sidewalk.
Never step on cracks. Learn to levitate.
Braid your hair until it unfurls into friendship. Into Nancy. Into Jasmeen. Into Jacob. Into Joe.
If you find me at Dorsa, please cut the red off the apple’s skin.
Share these slices with me beneath the shade of gray and blue only San José has during the rainy season.
Lola cooked paksiw na isda, so it’s time to go.
Tuck the seatbelt below your chin and have the window seat cradle you all the way home.
