poem

Us versus Them, Them versus Us 

We might die without successfully changing
our names on a government database
but we know how to live, and we use our hands
like peeling rubber until nothing is left but smoke

An American Ride

Reverb raving DJs / Pitchmen sealing deals / Charming you al otro lado the other side / With dollar saving steals

ala madre

Visitors tell me what Laredo needs
is more, / and I ask them how much more / do they need for us to give / in order for them to finally feel
satisfied?

Laredo Carne

Saturday in Laredo / Feels like love is in the air.

Un Poco Manic

I didn’t know then that, / ultimately, my mother was all alone, despite how much people envied her / Verónica Castro eyes, despite her three children always trying to please her, / watchful for the ways we could be exactly who she wanted us to be.

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