but I can carry on conversations
in Spanish, just ask my from Eda
at the bodega on the corner.
She is my friend.
She is brown and I am white,
and we won't let this cruel shit world
tear us apart.
I can't read espanol or write it,
and it spoken too fast
I can't understand it,
but I can converse with the best of them.
Like Pliny the Younger,
I describe my history
as it happens,
and, baby, the world is weird right now.
I cannot give you
a more exact description,
and I am stuck,
wishing to give you a chat about all this bullshit.