Chicano Poet

Thursday, September 16, 2004

The Molecules Of That Trailer Must Still Be Around Somewhere

My brother Julian
and I are

on a small
two wheel trailer.
Jumping up and down,

making a seesaw out of it.
The trailer hitch
hits a brick every time it

comes down
on that end.
Then my brother Val

comes out to play.
When he tries
to climb aboard

his index finger
gets caught between
the hitch and the brick.

As you can imagine
the tip of his finger
is severed.

We all run inside
to tell mom.
She sticks Val’s finger

into a bottle
of alcohol and
ties it up with a rag.

I wonder,
whatever happened
to that trailer?


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