by Fior E. Plasencia
Queens, floating in the bedstead of Rockaway Beach
she woke up like a clutter, headache and all
shoes, pants, and skirt on the floor of 107 Street
not a prostitute from a third world
sweet home, sour home
With a crown of oranges and blueberries—Let’s Go Mets!
turn on the cables of your dislocated intellect
be where you want to want be
driving in traffic at rush hour
long brunette hair crossing in your highway
making backflips and landing on the tacos poblanos of Elmhurst,
seven train on your porch,
let Jackson Heights live in the breast of South America
and Astoria in Greek mythology
Queens, are you a queen?
Short sleeves and Jordan sneakers,
graffiti in your cranium
Q112 rushing through Liberty Avenue
not a whore, not one
bodega in the corner of the women with gloomy skin
South Ozone park rousing up again in your couch
long- and short-term homecoming
feeding the nightmares
feeding the immortals
stop the A train with your tongue
reincarnate the ovaries
Give me call when you need me.”
Queens, you lived in the abdominal of Jamaica Avenue
married to the small stores and vanished enduring
line in Sutphin Boulevard to buy a MetroCard
driving the “dollar van” with your nose
and smell of cheap cologne sold in the street
it’s too hot, it’s too cold
you got it all
Queens how did you bring Chinatown here?
Near the mall,
crawling on top of the Cinema
order to go, order to dine-in
the year of the dragon in the cultural vessel
pass me a slice of your
Queens, why you gotta be so Italian?
bringing pasta everywhere you go
What you talkin’ about?
Get outta here!
I still dream about you,
Queens, why am I losing my calculations to define you?
I still don’t know what you are
every station has another vibe, towns
assimilated into the American endurance
Middle East with a turban of hope
Caribbean festival on your arms
Americas hidden secret with legs wide open
Asian street dance
you are home
away from all
Why must you be one
Fior E. Plasencia was born in the Dominican Republic and moved to New York at the age of 12. She began writing short poems, often using what she was learning in her bilingual class. Her work has appeared in The Acentos Review and Teamguerreras.com. An artist and poet, she studied History and Education at City University of New York, Brooklyn College, and is currently working on publishing her first book, in Spanish, English, and Spanglish, which deals with the dilemma of being a woman and an immigrant and not being understood with an accent. You can find her work at mujerconvozpoetry.wordpress.com.