I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996

because…

November 15, 2008

 

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I love you.

But you’re not here now,

so I’m having your favorite instead.

 

Jollof rice.

Or at least what became of my attempt

to cook it. So I can experience

what my man’s favorite dish tastes like.

 

I cooked buffalo chicken wings

with it. I wish you were here

to have them with me.

On this day.

Our day.

 

53 kisses for me.

57 for you. Today.

 

 

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