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 



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.