along the frontera my tongue lives there
my corazon lives there. we are the border talkers
between spanish ingles y the inbetween lenguas
someone bought your frida khalo friday portriat
but they hate your zapata bunny feet abstract painting
maybe you should consider reselling your tongue to
mexican american ghosts to see if there will be a sale
on foreclosed burritos and a handful of mexican lemon pies
they are cheaper when you stop to reconsider the notions
set in stone not by azteca or mayan calendars but by
your abuelas molcajete.
