Molten alloy chars endless veins,
fire coursing along retinal arteries.
Trembling tendons burden cellulite and sinew.
The man by the bin hollers at me
“Hola negra- How you doin’ beautiful?”
A discarded Dunkin Donuts cup blows past my feet.
Intestines twist to choke the lungs,
grasping at the vital organs, severing existence.
The Will fighting for a say in the inferno.
Dewy vision, scalding cheeks
reflected in a subway car window.
“Dominicana?” she asks me.
“No” I say, “Mexicana..”
but I taste the lie on my swollen tongue
as memories I cannot remember complete my break with reality
The Liberated Polyglot