Declarations

I sit, comfortable sipping iced blended
Coffee slush,
a dollar,
cheaper than home,
but a chasm from the two limp chips
I have just escaped
four miles away.

I browse, along with the elites
lucky enough to have to
work the web.

National declaration of Human Rights
my subject matter.
Something that too inspires passion.

Takes me back to:
Seven limp corn on the corner up to Onesimo
Two limp tamales on the Genesis side
Pulperia quantities-for-today-shopping
up top to avoid the six limp trip
to the market where its cheaper
but unbuyable in bulk.
Women incarcerated in houses,
Unaware what lies on the other side.


“Men and women of full age…
have the right to marry and to found a family.
They are entitled to equal rights as to marriage,
during marriage and at its dissolution.”
Juxtaposes every day ingrained
“Feed me
Clean it
perfectly…now!”
while he simply glares and waits

that reverberates


|inside|


well cemented

and p i e c e dtogether walls

all
the
way
down
this shack littered mountain.
But they may never know
The other is an option.