martes, marzo 10, 2009

Españiol.

I hear it, Spanish;
lost somewhere in the aisle of canned goods,
being thrown around between mother and son
(she does not sound happy, he does not answer much).

It finds me, Spanish;
sometimes in Publix or Walgreens;
my I-am-not-from-here eyes attract it
(Should I feel insulted?).

I miss it, Spanish;
spoken over chilaquiles and coffee;
or mixed with beer, seafood, lemon and salsa.
(lovely Mexican memories).

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