A Stand-up Piece:
Title: Damn Anxiety, Social Anxiety, and Arnold David De la Cruz
There’s a stigma with mental illness. This thing that exists and affects millions of people, and what do we do instead of recognize its mere existence? We try to hide it under the carpet or something. You can still see the damn thing sticking out. But we still pretend it’s not there. “Uh, I see you.” I remember once someone knocking at my door. I seen shadows through the mosaic window.
Prayers of a Baptist Tex-Mex
I was a God-fearing Christian as a child. Not because my parents forced their religion on me. They didn’t even go to church, or even cared if we went.
The bronze bench, guarded by an aluminum fence, stood underneath a cedar tree whose arms stretched towards the bright sky like Moses. Little Felipe humored himself and imagined the tree telling each observer, “What you looking at fool?”
When Felipe asked his father about the bench, he heard the same spiel: “It’s a symbol of our people. We worked really hard for this.”