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Dear Universe

Almost Dorothy | Photo by Neil de la Flor

Dear Universe, thank you for ma, marionettes, and marshmallows.

Dear Universe, thank you for pizza and patience, pasta and pizzazz.

Dear Universe, thank you for violins and photographs, black strings and tiger’s eyes. Thank you for lost things and for the places where we can’t be found even when we are in the plain sight of headlights.

Dear Universe, thank you for the demons, desire, and despair.

Dear Universe, thank you for angels, affection, and affirmation.

Dear Universe, thank you for sisters and dinosaurs, donkeys and daffodils.

Dear Universe, thank you for achoo and monkey see, monkey do.

Dear Universe, thank you for the language of the body and breath, the body and the breath, and baby’s breath.

Dear Universe, thank you for classic rock and classical music. Thank you for poetry and the trees we sacrifice to write upon. Thank you for the pimple cream that makes this giant pimple under my left eye fade away.

Dear Universe, thank you for Macy Gray, Macy’s and all the booty in the world. I mean beauty.

Dear Universe, thank you for Alanis Morissette, Morissey and Madonna.

Dear Universe, thank you for the mirage that is not a mirage but a mirror-of-age.

Dear Universe, thank you for entering my dreams, offering me 30 million $, a partial Botox session, a tour of the White House chandelier gallery and free food. And thank you for waving the $16 entrance fee for me.

Dear Universe, thank you for the sun, the sky, the birds and bugs and for the existence of Justin Bieber toothbrushes. Thank you for my house and socks and shoes. Thank you for the old man in the sea and the sea inside the old man and the young man, the old woman and the young woman.

Dear Universe, thank you for thankfulness and for giving me all that I need in me.

Dear Universe, thank you for “Last Friday Night” and the next and then the next.

Dear Universe, thank you for Einstein and the invention of kisses.

Dear Universe, thank you for observation and analysis, emotional intelligence and Ginger Ale.

Dear Universe, thank you for neutrinos and photography.

Dear Universe, thank you for Lasik eye surgery because now I get the answers when I listen.

And thank you for hearing me.

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Shark Valley

Ma | Photo by Neil de la Flor

Ma took me to Shark Valley. Ma is not the bird. She is the woman taking a photograph of the bird. I took the photo of ma photographing the bird. When I grow up, I want to be a bird. The kind that swims underwater like a snake. Ma was pissed cause there are no sharks in shark valley. Only gators and snakes, birds and fish, bikes and plastic bottles.

Gay-tor | Photo by Neil de la Flor

This is not a shark, ma said. I know, I said. Stupid gator, ma said, sleeping like it’s 1999.

This Is A Bird | Photo by Neil de la Flor

This is a bird. 10 seconds after I photographed “This Is A Bird”, the bird pooped. It had the runs. Ma and I ran cause it stank. I swear.

Road To Know Where | Photo by Neil de la Flor

The “Road To Know Where” led us to a tower of babel. In other words, we ran into a family from Germany who spoke German. We made fun of them in English. They made fun of us in German. After that, we hugged. It was Sunday. The day of the Lord.

Sun Cloud | Photo by Neil de la Flor

This is what happens when the sun and a cloud have sex. God is born, ma said.

Bird Water | Photo by Neil de la Flor
Bird Squatter | Photo by Neil de la Flor

Another thing: Birds are not afraid of anything. Not even ma.

Another thing: In the end, Shark Valley was like heaven. Even God spoke through the sawgrass.

Another thing: The cloud on the left, the wisp of a thing that looks like an exploded Pringle, its name is Marvin. He was starving for love, so ma and I blew him a kiss. He didn’t catch it, but we know that in our hearts he is thankful. Just like we were thankful for him.

Marvin | Photo by Neil de la Flor