Bloody Half-Birth & An Afternoon Reparenting On An Empty Playground
This freedom used to elude me, /
but now, a smile untangles /
This freedom used to elude me, /
but now, a smile untangles /
Here’s to the Chicanos /
The Mexicanos /
Our Indigenous ancestors /
Many young Chicanos were actively protesting what was happening to Mexicans in the Southwest and California, and I began to learn more about my Mexican heritage.
At times, only sometimes /
in the brightness of the moon /
the eyes of the leaves /
signal the course of things /
Rasquachismo is us, and we are rasquachismo. /
Lately, food is a line-item ballooning and squeezing itself between the gaps of the other rising expenses even when my husband has regular work.
I speak in tongues– /
words of both Spanish /
and English chime /
and dance in resistance /
and spite. /
[…] a mess, /
you wake up elevated in a cloud of grief, birdsong /
is floating through an open window like a promise. /
Yet the well dried up and the birds fled. /
So the people bowed before the king and asked for guidance. /