Poem
Gonz?lez, Kevin A.
Poem The Night Tito Trinidad KO'ed Ricardo Mayorga Madison, WI I kissed my American girlfriend & drank an American beer on my cheap American chair. How else will I get through to you? I spit...
...Your stretchmarks are as red as the red letters of K-Mart...
...Our culture is a pair of Adidas dangling from telephone wire & a small child reaching up, fists gripping air, arms brief and contained like the two o's of colony...
...I spit on your face, Puerto Rico...
...Kevin A. Gonz?lez Kevin A. Gonz?lez was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico...
...I fuck around & when I come home, you make me coffee...
...I'm telling you this because I love you, you know I love you & distance makes difficult things even more difficult, but necessary...
...Currently, he is a graduate fellow at the Iowa Writer's Workshop...
...His poems and stories appear in Playboy, Callaloo, McSweeney's, Poetry, and Virginia Quarterly Review...
...You stink like fast-food meat...
...Because the footnotes of repression have spun your history on its axis & your flagposts are corroded by the salt of compliance...
Vol. 70 • May 2006 • No. 5
