Octavio Quintanilla
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The elders had a name for it,
guayabo. I plucked its fruit, dug my fingernails into its ventricles, scent in my hands for days like a coin I'd never spend. I sniff traces of it, still, thinking of my childhood, back then seeing myself here looking back. |
Rossy Evelin Lima
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En la frontera hay letreros
que señalan con una flecha hacia dónde está México: hacia el sur. Yo siempre corro a ponerme atrás de ellos esperando que esa flecha se clave en mis pasos esperando que esa flecha me haga una marca en el rostro mientras me traspasa para seguir su rumbo: hacia el sur. Corro a ponerme atrás de cada letrero deseando que la flecha sea un arpón y mi pecho cristal, que se divida en mil estelas, esperando tragarme esa flecha como una espina, como un ancla. Hacia donde está México: hacia adentro. |
Rossy Evelin Lima
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On the border there are signs,
an arrow that points the direction toward Mexico: South. I always run to put myself behind them hoping that this arrow fixes my steps hoping that the arrow will imprint itself on my forehead while it runs on continuing its route: south. I run to put myself behind every sign hoping that the arrow will harpoon my crystal chest, shattering it into a thousand trails, hoping to swallow the arrow like a thorn, like an anchor. Which direction is Mexico: within. |
Edward Vidaurre
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I sit in my truck and wonder why the air conditioning is still running even after I turned the key to the off position. Another worry, how many hours, will I have to work to pay for this? I take inventory of all this truck's needs: new mirror, windshield wipers, brake job, tires, dashboard, upholstery...new owner is probably best at this point. But I love this damn truck. It hauls heavy furniture, I once pulled a compadre out of his home during a flood in San Benito, Texas. It also comes in handy on trips to the drive-in and beach access #5, and ass...hauls ass. My daughter prefers the truck over the car also, there's an empowerment of riding a truck, pinche Dodge gas guzzling mamasota, I will never let you go.
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