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Father at zero-point-place
Part I
My mothers pleading voice, not resigned,
sang a crying song wishing for a rebirth,
my uncle, weeping for the first time,
in my memory, sobbed about,
His eyes are open hes still looking at me,
you better get over here, I dont know what
to do weve lost it.
I transformed each telephone word
into concrete objects:
I was there looking at fathers soft skin,
touching his gentle lips,
caressing his still warm hands and fingers,
craving for a breath to escape him,
tricking myself into feeling his air
pressing, still, in my cheek,
running my hands over his body,
A Mongo Affair
On the corner by the plaza
in front of
the entrance to Gonzlez-Padn
in old San Juan,
a black Puerto talks
about the race
he talks of Boricuas
who are in New York on welfare
and on lines waiting for food stamps
yes, it's true, they've been taken out
and sent abroad, and those that
went over tell me that they're
doing better over there than here;
they tell me they get money
and medical aid
that thier rent is paid
that their clothes get brought
that their teeth get fixed
is that true?
I have to admit that he has been
lied to, misled,
that I know that all the goodies
he named humiliate the receiver,
that a man is demoralized
when his woman and children
beg for weekly checks
that even the fucking a man does
on a government bought mattress
draws blood from his cock
cockless, sin espina dorsal,
mongothats it!
a welfare fuck is a mongo affair!
mongo means flojo,
mongo means bloodless,
mongo means soft,