*Poetry — September 5, 2016
I’ve felt guilty for not speaking Spanish with you
when you came here: Oh, el niñito bien gringo se cree
ya ¿veá? You’ve never said that. You should’ve
- when you picked me up from school. I pretended
not to know you. No inglish. I laughed with friends
when we called you wetback. At the apartment,
- I went out to play “soccer” without explaining how
to change the channel to Univision. I don’t know
what was wrong with me then. Perdoname. Perhaps,
- you don’t remember, perhaps, you’ve forgiven me.
We’ve never talked about this. Of those years, when
mom left, we don’t talk. Let’s go back to kindergarten
- when you taught me this tongue twister: tengo una tía
cajonera que hace cajas y calajas y cajitas y cajones. Y al
tirar de los cordones salen cajas y calajas y cajitas y cajones.
Originally published in No Tokens Issue No. 4. View full issue & more.