fraccionamiento Los Pinos, Mérida, Yucatán/Altabrisa Starbucks

the streets breathe 

a humid contradiction,

a learning to express:

somewhere between a tongue-

shooting affirmation of 

indígena and

the last of the Yucatecan 

Blockbusters

 

I’ve not yet seen this before juxtaposed,

and I guess my after along with

cómo se dice

“the politics of a Creole’s Los Angeles

don’t translate

through tattoo ink”

 

——

 

(a month)

 

and by now

comfort has manifested in brand allegiances

as cultural stay-cation non-fat soy latte please

hold the whip cream 

my carry on luggage

tells my emotions 

they need a new publicist.