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