Aristotle Mendoza
a quiet boy holding the desert's secrets
I carry the desert’s secrets—and Dante’s heart.
I grew up in the heat of El Paso with ghosts in the walls and silence in my bones. I used to think strength meant keeping quiet, but Dante showed me it's about feeling everything and still standing. Now I speak in quiet truths, in letters to my brother, in the way I hold Dante’s hand like it’s the only thing that matters—and maybe it is.
What I'm Into: summer nights by the pool, Dante’s poetry, constellations, the ache of healing, holding hands
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