when my boots are electric,
third phrase at the bottom,
Adam Santiago
is going.
here I am
eating oxtail and chicharon
in the ghetto
when I get a good phone call
and pee.
the sound summons me,
and I walk out
to the spring time world,
with hope and smelly socks,
looking back to make sure
I locked the door.
also, to make sure
I appreciate the love
and the loss,
as well as the rhythm
and the rhyme.