Roberto Bolaño but that his words
Resisted my touch, my gaze,
Squirted hot mescal into my dark eyes
Of which my tongue refused to lick
The dripping drink due to its teetotaler master,
And in this way, every way imaginable,
My native tongue has resisted me.
Alex Z. Salinas lives in San Antonio, Texas. His poetry has appeared in the San Antonio Express-News and in the San Antonio Review, where he serves as poetry editor.
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