Sometimes I look at the melanin in my skin in awe. A product of evolution it absorbs the light of our life-giving sun, rejects what might kill me, and turns the rest into vitamin D and heat. It keeps skin cancer at bay. It’ll keep me looking younger, longer. I like to wonder about what else could it do if I knew how to treat my body better? What else could it do if I knew how treat myself better?
Took the subway this Thursday instead of driving. Wanted to avoid the traffic and nasty weather outside (the day’s snowstorm would’ve blinded me on the road). Got there, and I saw this obnoxiously loud group on my uptown ride on the E train. They got on at Continental Avenue, and were talking in that language/code that I could never decipher.
Dear Person I Don’t Know,
As a kid I tried my best to stay away from mirrors.
My reflection stared back at me one day, and I realized that I was not very attractive: pimples, an overbite, twenty extra pounds. Made uncomfortable in my own skin, I smile when I remember my first attempt at love with a skinny brown girl I cared for, but didn’t know very well.