Nocturne
Blacked out the first day in this country
I wasn’t deported back to Nogales. Always
June 10th, 1999: official entry. I ran
to Mamá Pati when the first gringos
to Mamá Pati when the first gringos
not wearing uniforms talked to me.
Before 9/11, it was okay for a nine-year-old
Before 9/11, it was okay for a nine-year-old
to not have papers at Phoenix International.
On the plane, I wanted to walk on clouds,
On the plane, I wanted to walk on clouds,
cebada clouds I called them. I mean to say
even Mamá Pati doesn’t know how I ran
even Mamá Pati doesn’t know how I ran
from La Migra’s uniforms when I was nine,
I thought the fog over the hills around SFO
I thought the fog over the hills around SFO
was that barley-and-milk drink I sold
before school in front of Abuelita’s house.
before school in front of Abuelita’s house.
