I am a romantic at heart.
In that twisted way where you read a great book and you enjoy crying at the end because everything went to hell and the lovers don’t wind up together because one of them is dead, or married to someone else, or a war has broken out.
My students used to say, Ms. Garcia are you aware all of your books you assign have tragic endings?
Do they? Oh shit. I guess they do.
I think I got that way through poetry. It was the first thing I ever read and the first thing I ever wrote.
So as I’m starting to organize the school library and finding all the poetry books that have been checked in I’m just amazed. There is so much here. So many voices. So many observations. So many perspectives. So many sorrows. So many joys.
I want to crawl into this shelf–disappear into the shelf. Disappear into your gifts.
And I’m doing that now.
Throwing Chanclas 