Sandra Cisneros Poems

Before you became a cloud, you were an ocean, roiled and
murmuring like a mouth. You were the shadow of a cloud
crossing over a field of tulips. You were the tears of a
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That was enough
for me to forgive you.
To spirit a tiger
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You bring out the Mexican in me.
The hunkered thick dark spiral.
The core of a heart howl.
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You come from that country
where the bitter is more bitter
and the sweet, sweeter.
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He says he likes Mexico.
Especially all that history.
That's what I understand
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Arturito, when you were born
the hospital gasped when
they fished you from your fist of sleep,
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My cousins and I,
we don't marry.
We're too old
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This is my father.
See? He is young.
He looks like Errol Flynn.
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Fifty cents apiece
To eat our lunch
We'd run
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Your name doesn't matter.
I loved you.
We loved.
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