Chocolate Scars, Impromptu Lullabies

(The shape of love and heartbreak in Ward 3 )

Thinking back to my early days in Detroit (photo by author)

“Tell me the story again, Chulo,” MariLena politely beckons. “The day your kite flew over the river and into the sky. Every time you tell me that story, I change the color of the sky, the clouds, the trees . C’mon , Chulo!”

Lena’s pleading now.