poetry
1 min
My favorites
Genocide Buffet
Manuel Ávalos
Náhuatl sticks to the back of my
throat like
Chiclets
Stays there until a faint whiff
slews up when I cough out
aguacate
cacahuate
jitomate
Aztec words hijacked by a rogue mouth
chewed up until no longer recognized,
the etymology
stuck between my molars
in the cavities of my vocabulary
Some words I can only say in Spanishified Náhuatl
but who am I even hispandering to?
A phantom limb takes the words out of my mouth,
eats
elote
guajolote
chocolate
A full 3 course meal fit for a king
that isn't even alive.
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