Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
A choreographed squall
above the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.
Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.
I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages
The girls are angry
but not with each other.
Skimpy shorts and gang-inks.
The porous waft of feral hormones
seethes over some slight,
branded onto a Facebook page.
They flop onto the slatted bench
produce a smart phone,
scroll through pictures,
moue and glower softening
as baby shots are thumbed.
Melting smiles, then
they hold up the cell for me to see.
we coo and smile together.
The they return to their world
and I to mine.
When they get up
the backs of their thighs
are marked by the wooden seat.
Washing spins on.
Buttocks push; breasts boast
through non-existent crowds.
A choreographed squall
above the whir and clunk
of loaded appliances.
Hispanic girls acting out
in a Laundromat.
Hips gesture, hands stab
and tussle with unwashed issues.
I’m distracted by the overheated hum,
can’t read the print
of my paperback. Words run
naked over yellow pages,
sweat and lay down
under a fierce fluorescence.
Skimpy shorts and gang-inks.
The porous sound of feral hormones
seethes over some slight,
branded onto a Facebook page.
They flop onto the slatted bench
produce a smart phone,
scroll through pictures,
moue and glower softening
as baby shots are thumbed.
Melting smiles, then
they hold up the cell for me to see.
When they get up
the backs of their thighs
are marked by the wooden seat.
Washing spins on.
Temblando al borde de la locura
Tratando de encontrar un centro de gravedad
Cortando mi circulación para hacer esta declaración
sobre mi habilidad natural como reina nacida
a caminar con tanta fabulosidad.
Aunque este vestido es una monstruosidad,
mi cabello es una curiosidad,
hay mucho acerca de este alto paso que no anticipé.
Por ejemplo cómo el balanceo de mis caderas
contrarresta el movimiento de mis dedos.
¿Quién sabía que habría tal orquestación?
Un cuerpo en concierto: ¡una ovación de pie!
Y cada paso otro encore,
Gritando delirantemente: "¡Más! ¡Más! ¡Más!"
Y de repente, el mundo es nuevo.
Nunca lo he visto desde este punto de vista.
Me sorprende la diferencia que unas pulgadas pueden hacer
para cambiar la realidad que ahora crea yo
Y aunque mis pies están apretados como tocones
en estas bombas de tacón de aguja de seis pulgadas,
un testimonio que debo profesar;
Qué maravilloso es ser
un muchacho en un vestido.
No Latino
Donald Trump
Anti-migrant rant causes campaign bump.
Foolish remarks puts his empire in peril,
Possibly losing–lock, stock and barrel.
Harps cling to clicking castanets, swinging Latino takes a flip.
Acoustics aspire delirium, you treat me like Salsa and shake a hip.
Rainbow across the sky appears, six years become a sixty more.
Saccharine sweetens with your friendship, with good times together spent galore.
Having iced tea on lemon grass; watching your graceful dancing flair
A rickety chair sways my aged bones, finally should I lay my soul bare.
The night deepens her charms
On the threshold the bells toll
Shadows follow her treads
Evading hushed moonlight sheen.
Yonder bellows the wind
Werewolf’s sniff their clans call
Clouds play hide and seek
Terror the night she in her minks:
Merge shape shifter moves in stealth
Foot print to feline teen.
She will learn to know freedom
In Bear hugs and captor winks.
Desperation within her slips
Falter, dodge stare, in my skills.
Victim of vampires, hot blooded breed
She says showing her links
Fangs arch, body surge strengthen
Arms grip, erosion in her wills.
Soaked eyes fill with tears
I chain upper limbs see her blink
Crafty in smiles they pierce my heart
She weaken me in frills
Transgress into paths of blood luster
Neck clasp for her to pink:
Rages, fumes as face mask lock
Collar her necks poison tilt.
The cute, lisping leather jacket
births from the door like
God's only child
and coos on the phone to
God
knows whom.
He is the messiah
the one we've been waiting for.
Beautiful browned skin isn't
what the good were expecting
But,
it is He who takes my
breath (with a veiled sashay)
He who makes the
waters ebb and sway
the flowers grow old and
our earth shake
(as fine bone china
plates fall end over end
and break)
The cute lisping Latino boy.
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