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).

Detox

Por mi parte, será detox, vomitar primero tus brazos.   Los extrañaré, pero necesito que estén afuera.   Luego tus piernas, tu torso, tu bob...