59550, number two. Posted by iagoali, Sun Aug-20-06 05:18 PM
chica got a new place now in spaha while chiquita's still in spanish harlem ain't but a couple a blocks but the rich folks don't wander north and chiquita got no reason to roam past the brand new building and watch them pour chica's concrete floors up on the seventh story.
he's not afraid.
see, chica's downtown through the workweek and back to the burbs most weekends mom and dad like to see her and him and the puppy likes to run up and down the stairs and sleep in a new room every hour
chica's just holding the property flipping the space from tenement to luxury loft and using the two bedrooms as closete space and a place to rest her head three four times a week.
he stops in most nights crashes with her in the crook of his inked arm it's love and she fits and the perks meet his price.
but it's love.
chiquita works nights data entry punching six digit combos in excel docs for wealthy law firms who admire her english accent and polished demeanor and tasteful attire and the way she fillls out their quota
he admires her funk her open-hearted anger with the way those fuckers talk her down yeah she don't construct a sentence ideal she still got street swagger the type they don't manufacture in the states and when she brings him home he kisses her abuelita on the forehead he makes the rice while the ladies in the family drink coladas and bask in the new world role reversal
and it's love.
he don't fear that they gone meet or the streets gone speak
he don't fear that chica don't like latex that chiquita's on the pill and that he don't pull out cause he's monogomous
duogomous maybe
and his brain works rightest when he's surrounded with the women he loves
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