- I Didn’t Know You Could Buy, and: Last Night I was Killed by Man
I Didn’t Know You Could Buy
something not for sale untilI walked through Coyoacán& watched gringos ignore
sign after sign: Casa No En Venta.Still I watched men knockon door after door stalking
houses they could paint blue,just like Frida Kahlo’s. It’s likethe time two thieves knocked me
to my knees for twenty dollars.I thought the thieves jewelersas they punched my jaw until
each tooth turned dark amber.Later, to save my body, I setmy teeth, muddy stones, into a crown
I wore the rest of summer. I knowhow to hide bruises so the earthwon’t get jealous of lightning
produced by simple friction.My landscape of curves & edgesthat breaks light spectral
is not for sale, but men still knockon rib after rib, stalking the perfect house—the perfect shade of blue. [End Page 40]
Last Night I was Killed by Man
I woke—& red butterflies spottedour sheets. With his bare fists man knockeda seizure into me & then I died. I am back
from that death & watch man tell womenhe loves them hour-long in the park. When I dieddead junebugs veiled my face because I let
man put his fingers dark with earth on me.When I died I hoped they’d call me reinaof something, anything at all. Instead,
man tells bartenders how he lickedmy grey cheek like a dog. Death isn’t so badexcept being tied to a person. A dust storm
is coming & man doesn’t jam the gap underthe door with a towel. There’s no one hereto sweep the floors & he doesn’t
mind. Late at night he turns animal & huntsfor women to rock him gently:his mother, his whore, his child. [End Page 41]
Natalie Scenters-Zapico’s forthcoming book is Lima :: Limón (Copper Canyon Press, 2019).