Why I Don’t Speak Spanish


Mexico does not inspire
The poetry in me
I imagined
It laughs at my advances
It is insistent
Use my language, not the tongue
cut from conquerors,(like the feet of our gods)

It purrs in the garbage
and flowers, upon burros
snapping Chiclets
whimpers among the starving
dogs, patrolling ruins
catches on razor wire,
bangs, beds down in mattress
skeleton houses,
barks graffiti, hacks up wood smoke,
hisses on comals
stews in cazelas

Holds it tongue

Under aprons it
(I pray)
lays in wait

© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer

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About vsvevg

Hi, My name is Abby, my husband Felipe and I are currently living at Rancho Santana, a resort in Nicaragua, facilitating their farm to table concept. My blog VSVEVG(very simple, very easy, very good) has been about life in rural Mexico, but for the time being will be about living in Nicaragua, farm to table, and whatever sundry stories present themselves. https://vsvevg.wordpress.com

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