the Other Side,
On the banks of Rio Bravo, my feet reach the limit
nobody is there to chat with me
an officer’s truck, watching the line
Maquiladoras are going like swallows
Someone ran over a dog, and dies
The gas station is near, I go and buy some Chipotles
in the corner I think they’re selling hot dogs.
Waiting for the bus while I chew a chewing gum.
A small vortex is formed in the vacant lot.
the other side
transvisible the wall between two sister cities
the alarm clock and wake my dreams
and I get up from the carpet
I prepare scrambled eggs
with bacon and toast
listening to MTV
the street is not what it used to, they never are
the park where we play
is no longer open to us
Maybe they think we’re drug addicts
but we just want to play
the other side,
a broken photo there where there is a wilderness inhabited
women screaming, asking for help
and us, watching the TV.