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.