language barriers.

Alright, there is no need to judge my use of can openers.

even if it is sexually oppressing.

i like starting wars in my pants
between witches and whos.
the whos being you!

And now a tall tall tale.

One day, i was waiting for the bus, and my hands were cold so i put them in my pockets.
But they were still cold so they started to turn purple, then blue, then azule!  which is blue in Spanish!
so now my hands became fluent in Spanish and were blurting out words that i could not comprehend.

The bus arrived and a little Spanish speaking boy with his nose pressed up on the glass spotted my ethnic hands.  Once i got on the bus he started chatting up a storm and my hands went left and right articulating these beautiful flowing words.  i decided to give the child a double high five.  But the shock of the impact must have been too strong, and knocked the Spanish right out of my hands.  They were now purple and limp again.

I cry...