‘We’re going dancing!’

            ‘No Mami, I don’t want to do. I don’t feel good. I feel like puking. I feel like screaming ‘help me my love, I love the ocean and I love you! I love too many! I must move, but please be perfectly still, I’ve lost my will and all I have is you.’ She lets me sleep. She holds me tight and never lets go. She drives a little green Jeep, 1984. She’s 18 when I’m 19 going on 20, 20 when I’m 22. ‘Baby, how old are we?’