harried conversation
postured
as the tiendas
on three sides
my back up against the wall
spanglish with grammar mistakes
confused grins
the tension’s wax-paper thin
slightly rotten fruit
for sixty cents
food here is cheap
we don’t know
we can sell it for more
the conversion rate’s set
in blood and grimaces
sickly sweet,
the way you try so hard
stilted prose
slitted eyes
you
can do so much
better
than this
–
written f10jun2011.
the first of three poems written that day. i wrote them all one after another on my spanish class’ field trip to a spanish market in the cities.
it was really noisy, overstimulating. i felt a little trapped. thankfully my poetry notebook was there to help.
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idiography 