“Girls, Barbies, Harlem”
foto Camilo José Vergara
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a lift
my father greets me and dutifully shoves my luggage into the trunk
he parks the car in a cross walk which really angers a white man
he is in his early forties.
he wears the type of glasses the government gives you for free
except his are expensive.
The Highway
me: you cant drive in the middle of the road-
dad: okay.
Left Lane
me: you cant drive this slow on the highway.
dad: whats the speed limit?
me: i don’t know but it isn’t 30.
3 Cars pass
mom: 50.
Middle lane, an improvement
dad: i missed the exit.
me: want to get off and turn back.
dad: no i can take the next one.
beat
dad: i missed it again.
Driving head on towards a median
me: do you want me to drive?
mom/dad: no.
dad: i cant see at night.
me: where are your glasses?
mom: he left them at home.
me. well why don’t you drive?
mom: I’ll drive when it is my time to drive.
Silence