from
contemplations
from concrete:
nine movements
#1 scar
i was born from concrete
and sea salt. my hands
are tree bark and my mouth
spews the stench of the sewer.
you are so beautiful
i am afraid to speak about it.
how will you love asphalt
cracks and dust
smiling up at you?
From The Iceworker Sings (Bilingual Press, 1999). The Institute for Latino Studies at the University of Notre Dame would like to thank Bilingual Press for permission to post these poems.
