The List

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I did not make a list this year. I changed the channel and gazed.
Every year I do this, I make a list and wait as I watch the parade go by.
I sit and I write one line at a time but come next year, it goes the way of a smog; it evaporates. So, I changed the tune of a careless whisper.
I sat, perplexed, looking at the empty space in between the keyboard and thought it was a note, did the Macarena and voila, the light switch was back on!

©️ Angela Aguiar

If I Only Knew Tomorrow

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If I only knew tomorrow, I would write it in a big piece of paper, color it’s boarder with fortress surroundings smelling like a lavender. It would be full of sacred words and dedicated to Mrs Butterfly. It would describe the lessons of yesterday and telltales of today and images of tomorrow on a thin piece of paper stuck in the library of lessons. But I don’t know tomorrow. I just envision it to be the food in my refrigerator, biscuits in my cantina, paper flowers in my corridor of wonders, the big pendulant on the street corner dance, a glass of water on my bedside table inside the prepaid package yet to be delivered.

©️ Angela Aguiar