Now

by Luis Lopez-Maldonado

I’m from the land of great violence and infinite beauty, where 10,000 holes are waiting for entry in a place where the mountains turn pink-red and the trees are watermelon seeds, I come from the land of openness and cacti of turquoise and pueblos, vengo de la tierra seca caliente nuevea mejicana nueva españa tierras que le pertenecen a las caras nativas donde el chile verde truena y salpica chispas de soledad y nostalgia, when the sun can’t burn quick enough for these pools of renewal to dry for my brown sweat to cool this temper for my citronella candles to kill every mosquito who tries to land on this brown skin and steal what is not theirs to have.