Sitting is always a reason for me to be impatient.
On busy streets
After busy days
After trying to save a boy's life
and waiting for a boy to finish loose ends.
Sitting is always requiring more than I want to give of my time
And it seems that the only way not to condemn my chair
And the racket of cars passing by
Is by writing about the tediousness of sitting here.
I begin to sound redundant
And begin to be annoyed by the endless parade of fag hags
And gym rats with their little mutts
And wearing their sandals, provoking fetish or my gag
reflex.
It was enough that I was able to sit, to wait
And to text that bitch, let alone open up pages
And let loose my disgust
It's apparently some kind of miracle that will keep me from
hurling my pen at the nearest homo
Or
Just the next bitch that walks by with a queer at the end of
it's leash!
If you ever find yourself sitting at the corner of Broadway & Junipero you'll understand
I have to ramble
I don't do coherent well
It's a mess of a street
and probably a sociologist's dream
I don't see the lines drawn very clearly at this nexus of Long
Beach
Nothing makes sense
It's a damn fruit salad
Fucking Frijoles and Tortilas
And those damn black beans!
Don't fucking judge me,
It's a total mess on
Broadway & Junipero.
Caín Andrade Salas is a
39 year old Leo poet and writer from East Los Angeles:
“My parents immigrated in 1980 from Mexico. I was born months
after our arrival in East Los Angeles. We moved all over South East Los Angeles
growing up and times were turbulent among my family. I came out once as gay in
2001 and then again as Queer in 2017. It was also at that time that I decided
that I wanted everyone to pronounce my name only in Spanish. I spend my time
navigating life quite chaotically and helping as many people as I can through
my profession. “
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