Love

Rachel says that love is like a big black piano being pushed off
the top of a three-story building and you're waiting on the bottom
to catch it. but Lourdes says it's not that way at all. It's like a top,
like all the colors in the world are spinning so fast
they're not colors anymore and all that's left is a white hum.
There was a man, a crazy who lived upstairs from us when we
lived on South Loomis. He couldn't talk, just walked around all
day with this harmonica in his mouth. Didn't play it. Just sort of
breathed through it, all day long, wheezing, in and out, in and out.
This is how it is with me. Love I mean.
-Sandra Cisneros