Sandra Cisneros — I Am So in Love I Grow a New Hymen

Terrorists of the last decade. Anarchists who fled with my heart thudding on the back bumper of a flatbed truck, Nelson Algren impersonators. Joe Hill detonators. Los-mas- chingones-de-los-mas-chingones- politically-correct-Marxist-tourists/voyeurs. Olympic gold, silver, bronze love- triathlons and several blue ribbon, runner-ups to boot. Forgot, forgotten, forget. Past tense and no regrets. No doubt you're Villa and I’m Pershing's dizzy troops. No doubt I'm eucalyptus and you a California conflagration. No doubt you’re eucharist. Euclidean geometry. World War !!'s Gibraltar strait, the Chinese traders of Guangzhou. Zapatistas breakfasting at Sanborn's. Sassoferrato's cobalt blue. Museo Poldi Pezzoli's insurance rate. Gaudi's hammer against porcelain plates. Ay, daddy, daddy, I don't give a good goddamn. I don't give a good god damn.