- i read the Wikipedia page for the Inca in order to learn about my own heritage
Inti, Inti,
oh god,
sun spots in my chestribs radiate || you seethrough my skin like a god damn x-ray
oh god, oh god, Inti
who the fuck am i kiddingi’ve seen every episodeof Seinfeld, had my fair shareof Starbucks
i ask the Big White billowing clouds: why couldn’t my dad just love me right? & they hand me rain
kids call me gringolike i don’t understand
kids call me wetbacklike i don’t understand [End Page 49]
i touched Incan ruins & ocean,stood beneath the statue of liberty& i felt nothing
but the lonelinessi feel || when i fallasleep on the couch reading Wikipedia to try to understand
some part
of myself. [End Page 50]
p.e. garcia is an editor-at-large for the Rumpus. They are the author of fictions & incantations (Sad Spell); dear god, dear gordon (tenderness); and p.e. garcia (Awst Press). Born and raised in Arkansas, they currently live in Philadelphia, where they are working on a PhD in Rhetoric.