Words spoken by a young hispanic woman, who was on the phone, around noon, at the dining commons, at UCLA, while I was eating a tofu bowl from Panda Express one table over. 

2.14.17

“I’m not sure if you were there that night

but I pulled her aside and I said

‘Mom, why don’t you just divorce him?’

Pero*, he’s an asshole, you know?

And I can’t have my little sister growing up

with someone who’ll constantly yell in her face.

It’s not fair to her.

It’ll damage her.”

*This was incorporated into the conversation as some sort of Spanglish. Apparently, it translates to “but.” Fascinating.