FLY ME TO THE MOON BY KARINA RODRIGUEZ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 44
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
The car radio always seemed to play the same song. It was as if that became our song. We found happiness sitting inside a car blasting Frank Sinatra, and going through the car wash. That is how our little fraction of the family found stability in the instability of divorce.
My parents continued to make me feel as if it was normal that mommy and daddy did not live together. Every weekend we would do the same things that even close families did not even enjoy doing together. It was a childhood full of movies, raspa runs, road trips, and Frank Sinatra blasting through the radio.
Let me see what Spring is like
On a Jupiter and Mars
Through my childhood my family was a broken but beautiful bond that seemed to work better than any other. I found new blossoming in my parents who fell apart.
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song and let me s…