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 
they never heard him sing un son Cubano