A Whole Lotta Corona

89235899_2850245268331476_6120818091791220736_oIt is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

It is Thursday and I am home, chillin. Yeah, I am home. Snoozing still. Checking time on the fly. I counted the birds, flies, lizards, iguanas, alligators, pelicans, frogs, butterflies, blue jays, panthers, squirrels, foxes, manatee, blue jays… they all came by to say hello. I took one look at them and paid them no mind. I am in the zone. The corona virus quarantine of sorts zone. No care in the world but the beer on hand. Self imposed it is not, a choice it wasn’t but here I am, shoot me then but no, ammunition I do not own nor care to possess.

The last time that many animals came by, they looked scared, confused. They were running around with their tails curled up their derrieres like a frozen papaya from the bird flu. Yeah, word on the street, it was a make believe. Sure, I am yet to see an animal fearful of a bird but it is Corona; yup, C-o-r-o-n-a, animal she isn’t but surely is acting like one motherland beast. And as the story goes, a girl can no longer enjoy her favorite beer without envisioning a germ creeping crawling right up to her spine. Yah, I can imagine. A movie it isn’t; bam, reality it is.

Wash your hands they say. I do. No lies, just flies. No traffic jam, no truck trailer or yellow bus. Just I, at home chillin. The sun is out. The sky is blue. The streets a ghost town. The mood is good, so far. The breeze is flowing. And I, one cucumber over the moon, green as my unpeeled banana on a extended vacation. Life is for the living and the grass is always greener tomorrow. Trim it. Walk with kindness. Wave all your fingers high, say hi. Be good to your fellow earth dwellers. Smile. Cheers!

©️ Angela Aguiar

Glance At The Wonderland

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I wish I knew tomorrow, its color, door, smell, language, breath, embrace, warmth, style, makeup, mathematics, stories. I wish I could hold it on my arms boogie on all the way down the train downtown, make my best accessory du jour but I don’t know tomorrow. I know, however, it is always promising, full of accolades and blessings, dance and music, books and pens. It is never perfect but perfect enough for I to call it mine, drive through with my rooftop up, shootout to whoever at the bus stop that I have spoken to the Man Up Upstairs and He told me to tighten the seatbelt, buckle up, sit still and breathe. I got this, He said and I replied, ok, my seat is up, decorated and ready to mingle with tomorrow.

©️ Angela Aguiar

Christmas Chisme

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Now, that you are done with the nuttiness of Christmas. Decorating the tree with exquisite one of a kind ornaments. Breaking through the parking lot unscathed. Braving the torrential crowd to buy that perfect Christmas pajamas and showstopping designer New Year’s outfit. Exchanging that perfect regift by your Secret Santa. Baking every melting in your mouth goodies. Cooking the latest recipes on Pinterest. Eating all that food until your hearts content, aka pig out. Playing your favorite games. Telling stories so cool, your bird slept through it. Dancing your hearts content. Pigging out from your own hand’s mischievous dishes. Now that you had time to breathe, take it all in. Let the church say, Amen. The scale and little rosie credit card bill awaits you. Inhale then join the mad caravan. Notice the ten days reprieve, aka shop, right?! Take it from me. It is true because my bird said so. It told me, it heard the chisme (rumors) on the street corner after the internet went down and I bought it cheap, a nickel as a matter of fact, from this guy selling peanuts. Yes, peanuts. Happy New Year love. Stand by. Start saving. The plane is in the tarmac, taking off once again in 341 days. Back to your regularly scheduled program, take on that annoying co-worker. Booyah!

©️ Angela Aguiar