Con Abuela In Outer Space

Why had we dragged our aging abuela
this far out into the warring solar system

abuela would not be proud of her grandsons
these knobby oceans which washed ashore

on this alien and abrupt planet
exuded past glory…its temples

needed babysitting now…the watery lightning
was more of an irritation than a threat

the enemy used it to their advantage
or so we thought…their black rockets

were odd…their gender snapped in two
once they were killed

abuela made beans and tortillas
on the cumbersome coals we made out of wild fish bones

the angry moons crisscrossed the skies
like barrio kids twisting and coiling hubcaps