Solito

by Javier Zamora

Our bodies are the texts that carry the memories and therefore remembering is no less than reincarnation. —Katie Cannon (quoted in The Body Keeps the Score)

¿What type of bed do they sleep on?

His wife and all six of his kids también.

But there’s other people who talk funny. ¿Brazilians? Chele looked over at them the first time they spoke and said they sound like they have cheese stuck on their tongues.

Carla will never like me. I have a solid white spot in my nail. A cloud. Only one in all ten fingers. It’s official: I have a crush on Carla. It’s what Mali believed when she looked at my nails and she found a white dot. “The fainter the white dot, the briefer the crush,” Mali said. Mali the nail-cloud reader, the crush adviser, the Walter Mercado of love.

I’m wearing my black Animaniacs T-shirt with English on it in case a gringo sees me.