Chattanooga, Tennessee; December 1989
this is the day my father pulls in to a gas station turns off the car unbuckles turns to me to say : cuándo salgamos del carro me hablas en inglés words in my mouth foregin forced how my father felt my tongue my hurt silenced in his dolor un-spoken anger in my anger in my porqé my father’s beautiful broken English why they never heard him sing un son Cubano