Playing by the River at Rincón de San Andrés
jumping bikes over triangle speed bumps
around the fountain that never runs
hide and seek in the morning
ding dong ditch at night…
I Was Eight and You Were Dead
The volcano that was erupting is erupting
again, the ash that turned my tears into
cactus milk
is soaking into the roots of the Mexican juniper.…
Mom Is from Wisconsin Dad Is from Mexico and I Sing
After Ezra Pound and Young-Hae Chang Heavy Industries
crammed into the minivan
acid washed jeans dachshund out of the cul-de-sac
we told dad to play Pearl Jam and stop at McDonald’s…