La Casita de Mateo

  Dear American Airlines, I rather use this passionate anger I feel against you for something good. I write poetry, you know, and I am sick and tired of fighting with you.  It is an impossible battle. You are a massive, all-powerful corporation, and me, well, I am, you know, a reference number, a bar code. A ticket, a locator number. A number indeed. Who cares about me? Not you!  I have spent countless hours on the phone and on my computer trying to get my freaking money back. And you know, it is not that I am the type who “likes to win!” No. I am anything but competitive. I dread competition. So being on the phone, arguing, and becoming nasty with the guy who takes my heated call is really not my cup of tea. You, well, your many faceless voices say my ticket is non-refundable; sometimes you say it is refundable, sometimes you say it is not. See, there was a fee that you nicely offered of 200 bucks to make any changes or last-minute cancelations! But it turns out the grac...

Hello Mom, Hello Dad, I see you through the windows of the skies I know you have my precious little body awaiting burial Please do not feel guilty or sad This is a beautiful expression of love and respect for my body  And I love you for caring so much for me Until the last breath, I took on this earth However, be not afraid As I am no longer there, I am high above in the heavens of peace  Of pets and kittens  Of cubs and little chickens It is so beautiful up here!  There are rainbows   There are no fears  I know, I know, Your broken heart feels unbearable now But you’ll honor what our story has endowed See, we have the sweetest memories! For the pain of our souls, we gave each other infinite remedies We found each other on a rainy afternoon, So much we learned that our hearts shared  We both felt lonely at a mature age, But when we looked at each other’s eyes  We immediately embraced!  And because I had seen the devil in the eye, Afraid ...