I Guess You Followed Me at the Party

by Edcel Javier Cintron Gonzalez

Loud music echoes through the room
People displaying strong gestural modes
Food slowly being processed for energy 
Surrounding the dance floor 
Changing the atmospheric mood

My person tries to join
Attempting to mimic the beat,
Sounds, rhythm, vibes,
And slick movement 
As the winter cold 
Which is now a natural feeling
Fades
As the bodies surrounding my person warms 
My very being 
As my body and heartfelt soul
For me to be able to 
Integrate (boom boom boom)
Fuse (skit skit yeet)
In a pan filled with ethnical flavors 
Beyond my knowledge of culinary arts 
A euphoric sensation 
I want to be a part of

As my mind processes the atmosphere 
As the loud music makes its way into my eardrums
I formulate a grammatical representation
Of this experience 
Boom boom boom
Of the track
Skit skit yeet 
In the background
As neon lights compliment the sheet
Colored walls
To contrast the coffee grounds 
Hidden in the corner
Evading the human presence of the embodied zombies 
Constantly seeking a source of energy 
To get by the grey skies 
Shrouding our natural source of warm weather 
That paints the town in bright citrus colors
Overflowing with synergy 
As these zombies revive into humanity temporarily
To party the rest of the night 

Boom boom boom 
Skit skit yeet
Pound pound pound

La noche se pone intensa 
Los cuerpos humanos se unen para combatir
La fuerza negativa de la semana 
Para liberarse de la prisión mental 
Que la institución nos impone 
Como si fueran mascarillas para encubrir 
Nuestra agonía
Nuestra falta de privilegio
Nuestra falta de alimento 
Donde la lista mental 
Que mi ser compone 
En mi lengua materna 
Dentro de este espacio secundario 

Suddenly, as my Spanish self disappears 
A lingering feeling emerges… 
An image appears before me
An image I thought I erased from this earth 
That triggers my existence 
As memories of mental abuse 
Blind me from the neon lights
Stop me from hearing the load music
And mute me from crying for help

The only words that escape my mouth
In whispers 
As my breath escapes 
“I guess… you followed me at the party…”