You'd already left for Spanish immersion class,
I had my own baptism to take care of,
so I showered, but wanted
to lie on a bed of frozen raspberries,
each a clit pressed against my back.
Let's say I was motivated.
I walked outside the condo
with a bucket to go picking
when I heard the new neighbor say,
"You've got alot of duende
being out at night,"
and it wasn't even night,
tech vendors were on the march,
schools were wide open
everyone was driving carefully,
but from a car radio came a remix
of the Kurds and Rockefellers
pounding harder at every corner,
when a voice announced,
"Get the defibrillator." And I did.
And it was a good thing, too,
it brought me back
to my galvinized bucket,
filled with longing.