i'm too much with myself, i wanna be someone else.

"
And what if you don’t arrive?
And what if you do?
I’m so afraid
I cross my fingers,
make a wish,
spit.

You’re new.
You can’t hurt me yet.
I light the candles.
Say my prayers.
Scent myself with mangoes.

I like the possibility of anything,
the little fear I feel
when you enter a room.
I haven’t a clue of the who of you.

And what if you do like me?
And what if you do?
I can’t think.
Dress myself in slinky black,
my 14-carat hoops and my velvet spikes.
Smoke two cigars.
I’m doing loopity loops.

Listen —- cars roar by. All night.
I’m waiting for the one that stops.
All my life. Listen —-
Hear that?
Yikes.
"

- Sandra Cisneros, “Waiting for a Lover”

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