at the border
“your legs may want to forget the name of this place, forget / how you rolled into it and swallowed its rain.”
Poetry
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Ode to Rainfall
“Like the skin / I tongued at the throat’s hollow— / that morning salt my favorite flavor.”
Surrender
“In the red brick room, my father cries. / His cries are small, lonely animals. / I carry them with me / like an inheritance.”
Aullo
“Yo vi las mejores mentes de mi generación destrozadas por remesa madness. / Starving. 10 cent. Maruchán. Limón y Valentina slurpin’ paisas”
THERE’S A RATTLE, SOMETIMES
“A strange earth / for this staggered colony of desperate valiant specks. There is / no there, here.”
I’m not one of those who left my land
“And then if not my death then my life will be fashioned like orchids / pouring from the windows, all of my friends catching me in nets.”
September Morning, Mexico City
By Fred Maus
“Rainscrubbed leaves, / the lucid greens of succulents, / trees, vines, shrubs, specked / and caped with every color”
song of our mothers
“each time they wanted to believe the rose had not yet fallen / from their hands only to find it laying on the wet floor waiting for / a man to pick it up again.”
How We Tell Our Story
“Like we seeing in those days rain rain for days / And carrying roofs off houses, and throwing away clothes off lines, / And spoiling roads we manage force government build for us.