In Bob Dylan’s backyard
there were twelve chapped faces
huddled in an old church basement
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A couple of years ago
I wrote a poem titled
“Why did you name me Javier… Dad? ”
which looked at the meanings behind
...
the only time a man
held my private package
I was resting back
on the examination table
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Only in America
could I flip through the slick pages
of LIFE
and find the only Chicanos I have ever seen
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Courage is setting yourself free
As she maneuvered
her entourage
...
It is your
three month
anniversary
today
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I guess it started to get worse
when I decided to build my own house
in a sweat equity program
and by the time we got to the fourth month of working
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My mother is a social worker who works in a hospital
she makes daily visits
checks her charts
...
In a black and white
1960's television episode of
the western 'Rawhide'
was hidden
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Mexico City is far more romantic
then I imagined
Not that I ever think
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