If I Went Back
If I went back
to my home town
and searched
the gravel streets
of my mind
each pebble
would taste of blood
and bits of it
yet render
sweet memories of Carmen
pulling up in front
of abuela's house now gone
time wrapping
its incantations
around what's left of me
and my home town still angry
tangled there
in curly hair
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