Nahuatl: A Revenge.
I wish you would punch him the way you once hit me.
Yek cihua--tu eres fuerte.
He became a pilot flying a tepostotl,
getting women home safely despite himself.
Don't you miss me? he'd asked.
She'd moved around his mesh, jersey smile.
Between oak tree branches light, laces the floor.
We let him go to basketball practice.
Let that fool pass.
We hurried to the oak, stand derechitas, yek cihuas.
The oak limbs were delicate xochikoskatl,
necklaces of lichen.
Don't you miss me? he asks.
She moved around his mesh, jersey smile.
He told her she needed to lose weight when he forced himself
on her last week.
And he follows a fucked up waltz.
Her ex-boyfriend comes out of nowhere.
She steps left.
My friend and I walk through school, the hallway
the tetl inside of a stone.
Between oak tree branches, light laces the floor.