intersection #1

carmenita road and telegraph road. the intersection of my first kiss. junior high circa 1993. i can almost smell jessie monarez’s salty fritos breath each time i drive past.

there he was. a player in the making across the street from shari’s restaurant and el pollo loco. big, pointy nose, caramel eyes, dickie cholo pants so baggy he could’ve fit three versions of himself — diving toward my face like a clumsy camel.

” it’s easy. you just go round and round,” one cousin had told me. “or in and out,” another said. i didn’t get it. what if there wasn’t enough room inside our mouths? what if my teeth got in the way? what if i lost my place? and where does the saliva go? and what if i can’t breathe? i watched movies and stopped at the kissing scenes. pause, observe, rewind. practice. pause, observe, rewind. practice. round and round. in and out.

i dreaded the moment.

“what’s wrong?” i remember jessie asking me. “how come you won’t open your mouth?”

“which one are you gonna do?” i said.

“what?”

“round and round? or in and out?”

“what are you talking about? have you never kissed a guy before?”

(long awkward pause as i avoided jessie’s judgmental eyes and imagined what everyone would whisper at school if they found out a boy had never wanted to kiss me before)

“i’ve kissed lots of guys,” i remember telling him.

“then open your mouth,” he said.

and so i did. and it was gross. and i hate fritos.

intersections

a photo project to add to the list of photo projects. this one, # 6, will be about those streets that meet and pull you back in time. way back to a past chock-full of stories that don’t want to be left behind. all it takes is a red light and a few seconds and suddenly, you’re a previous version of you and you’re some place else.

a million moths. » project # 6

intersection #1

intersections