TODAY, today I have slept in the arms of my lover., a girl named Tracy May. Today I have walked through the wet streets of New York City,

a place familiar in its humanity and strange in the same way. Today I have

considered time in its present and past forms, trying to keep the future 

at the edge as an experiment since the clouds mask the sky.

If Abuela were here, she'd want to kmow what it has felt like to get lost insuch things. I would have told her that I have only felt found.