wama

02.08.06

You hate my guts. Fucking gringa
You’re right in this. No nothing. My debt is high at this point. No place for forgiveness. You scream at me. I can’t be doing this. Not this.
You won’t accept my call. I hang up. stunned. And then I step back in, I ask why. Why won’t you take my call. And this is just a small part of it. A very small part. Un pedacito de un pedazo de algo muy muy muy pequeno next to the very big huge bombs dropping on your head. Pounding down. Smashing the house next door into splinters. I want to yell back. But I am quiet. This is war. You say.

posted by la kara @ 03:15