I’ve been hearing wedding bells in my sleep lately. Normally wedding bells mean that I wake up crying my gooey tar, seeing as my past experiences with weddings haven’t gone too well. I know that it’s wrong for someone as wretched as me to hope for love other than that of my brother, but I can’t help myself. When he looks at me, my black tears don’t fall. All is right in the world when we paint each other’s fingernails and read magazines.
*Sigh* If only Alejandro were as agreeing. “I don’t like this Sybriel,” He said to me one night when Sybriel had wandered off. “He talks to me when he knows I don’t understand him. Every now and then he points at me like he wants to cut off my head and eat my brain,”
“Silly brother. Why would Sybriel want to do that? He is an angel, a divine-“
“Yes, I know. A sign from God. But I don’t think you are supposed to hit on signs from God,”
“He’s my sign and I can do what I want with him!” I shouted. I imediatly clapped my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry dear brother. I shouldn’t have snapped. I see now that you are jelous of Sybriel and I. Like me and the whore. But don’t think I have forgotten about you, as you did me!”
Then he mumbled something about avacados and rats and wandered away.
Now I sit alone, wondering what I will do about the two men in my life. What is Alejandro so upset about? Father had many wives! Back in our country it was accepted to take as many lovers as one wanted. At least, that’s what father told me when I walked in on him and the woman from the hut next door. I was so upset at first, but then he told me about our family’s wonderful agreement called poligamy. (When I asked mother, she shouted naughty words and stormed out of the house to talk to the milk man. “I’ll show you poligamy!”) Ah, but I digress. This is not about wonderful family memories of the past.
If only Alejandro would see that I love both of them! I will be dutiful to them both! I will not play favorites or make the other feel left out like the dirty whore who unleased my curse! (Only one dance Alejandro! That’s all I got at that fatefull after party!) I will serve them juice boxes and ice cream sandwiches for breakfast when we wake up in the morning. We will eat them together in bed! And when the sun pokes through the curtains we will face the day and the border policia together. A beautiful threesome. Is that too much to ask? Goodness! I can’t believe I even asked that! Woe is me! I will never be accepted by two such magnificent men! I can only cry at their feet, begging for scraps of mercy and love. WOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEE!!! I am an awful selfish person! OOOOOOHHH WOE IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! FORGIIIIIIIVE ME!!!!!
I know how you feel-I feel the same way about Peter and Nathan.(not his mother though-ewwwwww)
The ick factor has returned-argh!
Now there’s a death I haven’t tried.
Tell Alejandro not to worry. If Sybriel did try to eat his brain, he could just defend himself with a baseball bat. I mean, aren’t all guys from the Dominican Republic good at baseball? Just look at Cardinals’ first baseman Albert Pujols!