Alex Salinas Poems

I'd read once that Salinas,
the surname that graces
every form of my identity, was born
in the salt mines of old Spain,
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The part when I infiltrate the imperialist hive,
But not the part when my wings fall off

The part when I afford to shop at Target,
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I dreamt I was translating a poem by
Roberto Bolaño but that his words
Resisted my touch, my gaze,
Squirted hot mescal into my dark eyes
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As in dreams, as in life, in steaming black coffee
The faces fade, the bodies fade, heat fades

She critiqued Bolaño's books saying they lean
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