Arturito, when you were born
the hospital gasped when
they fished you from your fist of sleep,... more »
Mornings I still
reach for you before
opening my eyes.... more »
Wachale! She's a black lace bra
kind of woman, the kind who serves
up suicide with every kamikaze... more »
Before you became a cloud, you were an ocean, roiled and
murmuring like a mouth. You were the shadow of a cloud
crossing over a field of tulips. You were the tears of a... more »
Fifty cents apiece
To eat our lunch
We'd run... more »
Your name doesn't matter.
I loved you.
We loved.... more »
They say I'm a beast.
And feast on it. When all along
I thought that's what a woman was.... more »
Because I miss
you I run my hand
along the flat of my thigh... more »
He says he likes Mexico.
Especially all that history.
That's what I understand... more »
This is my father.
See? He is young.
He looks like Errol Flynn.... more »
My cousins and I,
we don't marry.
We're too old... more »
December 24th and we're through again.
This time for good I know because I didn't... more »
I can't imagine that goofy white woman
with you. Her pink skin on your dark.
Your tongue on hers. I can't... more »
You come from that country
where the bitter is more bitter
and the sweet, sweeter.... more »
We had to cross the street twice
because of rats. But there it was.
The zócalo at night and la Calle de la Moneda... more »
You bring out the Mexican in me.
The hunkered thick dark spiral.
The core of a heart howl.... more »
That was enough
for me to forgive you.
To spirit a tiger... more »