some days

the other day
when the sun was yawning
into the beautiful bruise
of the horizon
the other day
after the brown boy
caught the cop’s drift
in a satanic bullet
the other day
after the cops told the boy’s wife—
who accused them with her sobs
—shut up or die whore!
Christ wept in a church
through the eyes
of a chubby boy


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.


  
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