The Phenomenology Of Other
“There was a Mexican flag flowing over the American town.”
by Sheryl Luna
Being inside of someone who hates you
can be so enlightening,
looking out from my blue eyes
and blonde hair I machete
the Mexican men who shop at Walmart in groups
and I wonder why Immigration
can’t figure it out.
I shop at Fiesta Super Market,
whole families monkey-chatter in Spanish
and look at me as if I’m out of place
and you can see they despise me
for being in their world.
I go home to Westlake Hills, set my security alarm,
goggle “ Who the fuck
are these brown people who hate me?”
I make up my mind to hate them back.