calle peris mencheta

por qué no te sonríes?
Loli corners me in the kitchen
es tu papá aquí
I'm stiff like the sofa
I take down a poster at the bodega
and blush when the shopkeeper calls me out
I meet with a classmate to draft a manifesto
at the coffee shop
I discreetly tape up a whimsical flyer
with my phone number
and wait for the calls to roll in
I'm doing things wrong
I see myself from the outside
at a bar too noisy to talk
I'm abroad
I buy a kids bike at the Thursday fería
I watch the city roll by
pushing through the oppressive heat
I think I'm smiling
but I know I'm not