Between the Peel and the Seed
It’s the mango fibers caught between the teeth,
or men working in sugarcane plantations
living in close quarters.
It’s fear el negrito will wake-up
on the street without an education
after a serious hurricane.
It’s the consuming image of sculpted ice
bleeding away, and what we say
when we approach the ocean.
It’s a woman and her baby smeared
all over someone’s parking space
while an exterminating angel
walks into a church wearing
ten thousand dollar suits,
and he’s running