And then we were all put in boxes…
(except for a couple wandering rebels who smoked hand-rolled cigarretes out of their mom’s Subarus and careened through the streets like charged-up billiard balls)
The hotter July gets,
(Its feverishly sizzling with old men-leaders and invisible terrors)
– the more we have to open our windows to let “breeze” in.
Its a greenhouse in here,
with moist windows.
We’re breathing cotton-mouthed cactus breath.
The outside air is sweating with over-boiled tension.
July is hotter than ever
and we open our windows for air.
East Palo Alto
Police vans swarm
like frontline combat jeeps and maggots,
when a firecracker,
half the size of a pea,
is thrown onto the silky new asphalts streets,
by a group of teenage boys
stooped on the curb by their mama’s Mercedez Benz.
Whatsapp and Nextdoor chats ignite
and start to buzz,
in the rugged streets of East Palo Alto,
“the Kabul of Silicon Valley”
Image: Landscape with Cacti 1 by Diego Rivera, 1931. Oil on canvas.