Chicano Poet

Monday, May 04, 2015

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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