18th St.
rusting in Chicago Rain
This is my childhood
The Sidewalks
cry in Spanish
The Devil Owns a
Condo on Halsted and Cullerton
He waves politely from the cafe window
when our eyes cross paths
I return the wave
out of fear
My mother might hear
I was rude in the company of adults
This is my Culture
Giant Empty Churches
Consuming viejitas by the building
Sunday Mornings
roaring in bells
waking the murals
Mothers praying for their mestizo children
Fathers Mourning
covered in cologne
and the shirts bearing their fathers names
The new anglo ships
sit singed
docked and ready to conquer again
Pilsen sings her songs
and cleans her floors