To see if you’re still alive, heat caramel in a pan until it spits asteroids onyour arms. Take good care of your burns. Your scars should never lastlonger than two years. Pain needs a clean slate to play on.Wear a red dress & let men pull at it all night. Your desire: to have yourhair pulled, to bleed, to lick your wounds like a dog in heat.Say you’re sorry for getting angry. Say you’re sorry for being angry. Sayyou’re sorry that you’re angry.Anger is the emotion of men. By adding sugar, lime & salt you can turnanger into sadness as a good woman should.Stop sobbing, it’s ugly. Instead, emulate the glass tears on virgins wholook up to the men who bruised their bodies.Tell your man: You’re machista. Have him repeat this statement back toyou in html.Like in the movies let the pot boil over, until he screams he’ll send youback home to your mother. When he can’t stop laughing, laugh too—become the foreigner who doesn’t understand.¡Ay pena penita pena! Listen to Lola Flores & search for the painbetween your eyes on WebMD. Don’t feel bad if you sob in one roomwhile he reads about aporia in the next.Like la Lola Flores, you have beautiful hair; unlike la Lola, sell it tomake rent.Laugh when he says: Mi’ja, cabróna, ingrata & eres mía. Assure him he’snot turning into his father.When he says you are letting this happen, don’t reply. Put his fingersin your mouth & hold your breath when he asks: Who taught you to hateyourself?