when i get writer's block i smack myself in the face with my dreadlocks
i am living in a house in a residential community called little mexico
maria vásquez lives a block away from me
i really did not want to put 'maria vásquez' in another poem
'c'est la vie'
i had chicken pox when i was five
i gave it to my brother and sister
and mother
she got shingles
and died
just kidding
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