a million moths.

at the latina monologues on friday. they were powerful. they leaped from that illuminated stage, bounced off the dark walls of the tiny, tiny theater, way back to the last row where i was sitting and crawled up my spine, sending shivers through me. 

a sample from monologue # 8 on life:

“I’m going to puff up my hair. I’m going to pinch my cheeks. I’m going to put on my pink lipstick and jump right in.”