In North America, the term calico refers to domestic cats which sport a spotted or particolored coat that is predominantly white, with patches of two other colours such as orange or brown.
There are somethings that dawn upon you,
A familiar feeling.
like wiping the dust away
from an old pane of glass,
revealing a clearer view.
I’m a compilation of things.
NOW! Music volume 9,273.
Featuring all your favourite hits like:
“Girl in a Tuxedo”
“Sorry, how do you spell your name?”
“Drunk and shouting in French” and
Each characteristic a colour,
swirling and blending
into a feverish oil painting.
Although not quite the picture of Dorian Gray,
the painting does change in time.
It restructures and reassesses itself
to make room for growth.
Never one who was able to fit into a yearly census box
(tick for yes and cross for no).
I’ve come to appreciate the kaleidoscopic painting
that is my character.
Nothing is as special
as finding yourself with a similar,
yet different painting.
Another defyer of labels.
Black Moth Super Rainbow said it best
with “I Think It Is Beautiful That You Are 256 Colors Too.”
Melted and molded,
forged from desire,
desperation or drive.
We are accumulations of our parts…
without which we are not whole.
Your strange and racing ancestry.
Your eclectic taste in houseware.
Books drawn together from the farthest corners of the world.
Second-hand clothes and records which are played again and again
until they’re no longer songs, but truths.
I know you’re out there.
Sometimes you drink coffee in the café outside my apartment.
Other times you wander down jagged alleyways at dawn.
The place, time or condition isn’t important.
What is important is that you exist.
You’re not an angel or a devil,
a sinner or a saint,
a boy or a girl,
a lover or a fighter…
WRITTEN BY ASHUNI LUCÍA PÉREZ
PHOTOGRAPHY BY ASHUNI LUCÍA PÉREZ