At ten you walk chop-block streets
with a rooster’s tail strut
razored for a fight – life
and broken sexy pants.
(Jimmy Santiago Baca’s poem EL GATO remixed by Fifi Coolhunter)
You must go down today
to fix a leak in your shopoholism. 5th Avenue
there’s a place 97 cents
shopping fixed,
smeary red paint on warped wood plank
between two bald tires.
(Jimmy Santiago Baca’s poem TIRE SHOP remixed by Fifi Coolhunter)
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