La Tachuela

The Mexican girl kissed
like brass tacks
against his thighs
what he was doing
was wrong like the sky
which soiled the barrio

like the Aztec wind
which dropped its knife
the Aztec sun
which dropped its gun

the Mexican girl
fought against love
the pinche Heideke Gang vatos
always picked on her
as she walked the halls
of Seguin High School
"Tachuela
me la pela."
was their refrain

little did they know
she kissed like brass tacks
under her skirt