In one version, papi esta ahí.
In that version, mama rubs his feet before she eats.
She fries the beans and then serves them
con carne y arroz. I set the table. salsa verde.
limones. pico de gallo. tortillas. aguacate. It’s us.
Christmas mornings. Birth days. Wednesday nights.
That version becomes my version with Jay- where
not only do I love him, but he loves me too.
In this version I bring him breakfast and he says, no
one has ever brought him breakfast before.
I ask him about his day and massage his thighs—
sometimes with kisses. I wait for him to ask me.
Mama taught me how to love in Spanish— how to
roll my ‘r’s, so when I call him perro we fall in love
all over again.
Josefa Selena Leon / @jxsl.jpg
Wonderlust: This series is a visual essay of the embodiment of the term, wonderlust, or “the stage in a relationship or phase of love when you are not sure if you are lusting after or actually in love with someone.” The images attempt to convey the contemporary ideas of anonymous sexual connections, as well as question the borders between romantic and physical relationships.
ANGIE VICTORIA GARCIA
Photos by Felicia Atanasio <3
A short sneak peek of our first zine fair, Nosotras Zine Fiesta at June Bar.