in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes.
-Peter Gabriel
This is exactly how it happened:
On an afternoon like many others, the doors open when we get to the Union Sq. station on the 4, 5, 6 line. People come in and out, bumping into each other, never seeing each other. Like blind mice running around the MTA maze.
Just when the doors are about to close, I see a black leather boot intercept them and hear a voice scream: “hold the fucking door, mamita!”. With such a command, the doors open again, allowing in a 5’4” woman wearing black plastic leather from head to toes and another woman on a wheelchair with a puertorrican flag.
“Coño mami, I almost lose my foot to let you in.”
“Fuck that shit Lisa, I ain’t gonna give you my wheelchair, so you better keep your pretty feet, baby”
(laughs)
“Shit, I’m fucked enough with one eye”
-In that moment, I realize that one of her eyes is fake, a glass eye, I guess-
“Well, nobody told you to be looking around other women”
“Ay mami, don’t be that way. I only have eyes for you…”
“Eye, you only have one eye left, bitch”
(laughs)
“And it’s all yours, mami”
“You’re full of shit, Lisa”
“Coño, mami, why do you say that? You know I love you”
“Mmmmjjjmmm”
“Ah no?, mira…”
(Screaming to the rest of the people in the car)
“LISTEN UP, PEOPLE, I AM LISA, THE ONE-EYED LATINA LESBIANA, AND I WANT TO TELL EVERYONE THAT THIS HERE IN THIS KICKING-ASS CHAIR IS MY WOMAN, I LOVE HER SO MUCH IT FUCKING HURTS!”
(We all look to different directions, pretending we didn’t hear anything)
“You fucking crazy, woman”
(laughs)
“No mami, I might only have one eye, but with it I can see all I want to see… and all I want to see is you.”
(She leans over the wheelchair and they kiss. A long, deep, passionate kiss. The train reaches the station and I leave. Lisa and her wheelchair lover stay in. The moment I get to the surface, I pull out my cell phone and text this message to one of the numbers I have in the memory,: “I love you.”)
∞∞∞
