The Cultural Center,
Tijuana, Mexico










INFINITY

How far away are those stars really?
It can’t be as far as they say,
millions of light years or whatever it is.

Out there in the unfathomable universe
is nothing and everything suspended,
waiting for truth or revelation or God
or whatever it is that explains all this,
and all that and even dreams and fantasies,
the mysteries that are not supposed to be understood?


But anything as tangible as Alpha Three
at the far end of the Milky Way
or whatever they call the supernova they discovered Wednesday
that’s supposed to be as real as shit on Sunday
in Tijuana’s trickle of a river flowing under that sad bridge
with those poor pregnant indians sitting on it
selling peace bracelets and one hundred percent cotton blankets
has to be closer to where I sleep at night than they say it is.

Otherwise how are they going to know where to find me after I die?