26 June, 2018

Musings on Why I Truly Love the World Cup

The World Cup is upon us. The Round of 16, knock-out stages start on Saturday. I am neither a fan of capitalism nor the idolatry of athletes, celebrities, politicians, or countries. I am not a nationalist of any kind. Im not particularly good at football. I still don’t understand the “offsides” rule. But the World Cup is a magical occurrence for one month every four years when it doesn’t matter if you believe in a flat or round Earth, how much or little you know about the sport, or if you believe in peace or war.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!!!!! is the primal human shriek of joy during this month. I listened to Beethoven’s Ode to Joy this week, to remind myself how truly wily that piece of music is. Ode to Joy. That’s what he named it. And Beethoven never even got to go to a World Cup match.

I’m rooting for MEXICO (Vamos el Tri!). But the beauty of the World Cup is that you get to root for almost everyone. Sure, you want certain teams to advance because it will benefit yours, but for four weeks in summer, you get to shriek with joy for countries you will never visit, and may not even know where to place on a map. It’s truly global and it’s truly human. We’ve been playing football since the 2nd and 3rd centuries BC in China.

It’s what I remember watching as a little kid, every four years. The coca-cola commercials, the mascots, that awesome Ricky Martin song in 1998. The murder of Andres Escobar (RIP) in 1994. I remember Zinedine Zidane headbutting his Italian opponent in his last ever match in 2006 when they were tied 1-1 in extra time. I remember watching Germany beat some other team with my babydaddy while intermittedly throwing up during my second trimester in 2010. My son asked me yesterday morning “Who’s our team for this match, mami?” “Vamos Uruguay!”

If you have time to sit down and watch a match, preferably with people you don’t know, for a team you don’t normally watch, I encourage you. It seems silly and it’s indulgent, but we keep doing it over and over again, and we keep shrieking with joy. Just make sure to watch on Telemundo.

07 September, 2017

Alien Haiku

How is it that you
can't see yourself in others
who's the alien

13 June, 2017

Listening To


To the air produced by trees
Sounds, eaten green
The wax of leaves clogging lungs

To the thoughts
of dark men
insecure and sweaty, frenzied

To conversations pureed
I don’t understand living in tiny boxes
without life, Separate

To ghosts eating coins
while we try to keep promises
and straight spines

To all the breaths
borrowed from some other being
Shallow and sincere

To solidarity
fossilized by past efforts
in the hopes of being heard

Space Travel Haiku

Sweat mixed with iced tea
Perched on a sphere, on a sphere
In space and topless

Paper Flower

Waxed paper flowers
Skimmed over lines
Dutiful tokens of an economy
of care
Saved from the floods
for reanimation

The desert tells no jokes now
We all pray to outlast the sun
If we stare at one another
our blood can reroute
Flowing in the same direction

Overlook memory
Past the rains that became salt
Past those accidents
Trunks of waxed paper flowers
Washed up and hidden
Wax melting phosphorescent

Paper flowers laugh forever
Just bleed a bit more
than you think you can

26 April, 2017

Collected by Blood

Dreams are forgotten
in early morning syrup
distracting and sloppy,
Collected by blood
rearranged over eons
Travelling silently
first heated once by the Sun

Each lost mirage
Some gentle opportunity
in the dew
trying to push past fragile veins
as the certainty of fading
into shadow
taunts each cell