“Afuera” by Kinsee Morlan
Outside of my Tijuana apartment, there’s a taco shop called Jazz Tacos. It’s run by my landlord and his family. The double quesadillas are gooey and delicious.
Outside of my Tijuana apartment lives a group of about a dozen black bunnies. Yes, bunnies. They jump on the streets late at night and eat trash.
Outside of my Tijuana apartment lives a family of hippies who sleep in their old VW van. A cross hangs in the font window and the back window is broken.
Outside of my Tijuana apartment lives a gray and white cat. I feed it dog food when I’m in a good mood.
Outside of my apartment, my landlord’s 2-year-old, Nannette, dances in the driveway. She dances and says, “balando, balando, balando.”