I worry in this new way
for the less a “blueberry”
and more a “boba-pearled
curl” within me with a heartbeat
who has a grandmother
who saunters taller than 4’11
& doesn’t believe
in police so yells at the white
terrorist swinging punches
at the man who has just dropped
his bags of pink pastry boxes to gather
then scoop his weeping eyes from
the BART train floor;
has a grandfather who
is adamant about daily five mile walks
despite bad knees & long detours
at the newly renovated library,
where he traces the Alcala
and Delgado names from
Naga City to Madrid
as if claiming Spain lightened
anyone’s skin;
has so many aunties and uncles
with fists to protect & bowls of gingered
arroz caldo to console, who will cup
gummed-up sections of citrus
until the entire pomelo is juiced.
I worry in regular old ways:
insisting the pepper spray canister
into my father’s hands,
sliding the red button off of the safety, spraying into wild honeysuckle
and clumps of black mustard
for target practice.
This otherworldly (celestial?)
tapioca bead doesn’t hear the words
“terrorist,” “white supremacist,” or “white
man having a bad day in Atlanta.”
The taste between love & rage
is a grandmother taking her time
to scorch
a yam’s skin
over an open flame
to get to the sweetness.
Image Credits: David FloresThis piece is part of our Fall 2021 In-Residence series, Blooming Fiascoes with Ellen Hagan.
Rachelle Cruz is the author of God's Will for Monsters (Inlandia, 2017), which won an American Book Award in 2018 and the 2016 Hillary Gravendyk Regional Poetry Prize. She co-edited Kuwento: Lost Things, an anthology of Philippine Myths (Carayan Press, 2015) with Lis P. Sipin-Gabon. Her most recent book, Experiencing Comics: An Introduction to Reading, Discussing and Creating Comics, was published in Fall 2018. She was appointed the 2018-2020 Inlandia Literary Laureate during which founded a summer writing program for young people, Poetry is Power, among other community projects. She lives and writes in Southern California.