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I was boxing the other daywith about 55 minutes of Trip HopIt threw a right hook, nearly knocked me on my assif I could I would have kicked the beat, but my foot was on the gasIt reminded me of ustrying to find the best secondbest Mexican food this side of a chainlink fenceInstead we found a man my father knew before he was my dadwhen my padre's padres used to take him and his siblings out to danceNineteenis a number Too high in my head to count in Spanish2 close for foreign language,so I switch to English insteadYou were an African Whiteboy, but I was the least Mexican thing in the roomuntil an old lady bussing tables spotted me and smiled the fuck out of her 3 remaining teethand recognized me as someone who would recognize her as Letras de cancionesLa Abuelita:Tiny Grandmother Spiritwhose warmth bakes adobe brickswhose song is the good parts of the desert whose helping hand is the Angels in the Outfield of the Kitchenlifting every heavy ladle which scoops beans onto a child's plateAnd after dinner OR on a completely different day OR(As time origamis into a box) at that exact same momentI dreamed a world of wax walls melting birthday candle clown facescolored lines, a taxicab and the ubiquitouseven-now-I-see-it-so-clearlyLegless Ivory Zebra Dueling PistolI'm amazed at how stark and vivid these memories areThere were plenty of people who came over that weekbut when you weren't there, there was no one thereSo now I ask you, Argonaut, are you not not here? From Letras Mania