Letty Matapang. Sigh. I wanted to write her name all over the covers of my notebooks like I did in first grade about Consuela Lopez (Consuela + Marisela 4ever), but I don’t have notebooks anymore, so I wrote it a couple of times in the back of a library book instead. Slowly, smoothly, with my eyes closed. Letty, Letty, Letty. Names are magic, you know. Usually knowing someone’s name gives you power over them,
Stretch me further.
Cut the black magic from my flesh.
The Devil’s given me a girdle,
and when I put it on, I howl.
Hide your goats and lambs.
Hide your succulent boys,
fattened by books and bacon.
I’ll eat your brain if I like it.
