Pantuflas Blancas, an audio poem

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Pantuflas Blancas

Because you are so often alone
I would like to hold hold your hand
in the courtyard of La Casa Azul
to sit with you on the floor of the market
selling tortillas
to cradle your bald head in my hands
after too much tequila

I never loved you for your hair

I would like to bring you home
to Gringolandia
and feed you oysters
and geoduck
to light your cigarettes
while we walk the trails among the waterfalls
to dance in the fountain
wearing Tehuana dresses

Your tiny feet move like doves

–Christina Hile

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