Just One More

Issue 12

Let me give just one more “thanks”
            I’m worried you’ll think that I’m a cunt
You smile. A grin that truly ranks
                        I’m not quite sure this is a hunt
 
You stay there. Your friends all chill
                        A nagging feeling - within my blouse
I walk. You walk. Both towards the hill
            Just one more block and there’s my house
 
Maybe I won’t, pick up my pace
            The gap between us is big enough
Fuck, I wish I brought my mace
                        All your boys look mighty tough
 
Nah don’t sweat. I’m sure you’re strolling
            ​I’ll just turn here, where no one goes
This is a park. Could y’all be rolling?
                        Wait, your steps sure are close
 
I should run. My legs are ready.
                        No. I should keep my pace steady
Just one more trail. The end is near.
            I run. Y’all run. The scene rots here.
 
 
Just one more lesson that made me shout.
I must never again my instincts doubt.

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Xochitl Zazueta is a trans Latina from south Texas. Her transition from a Mexican bordertown to university has completely challenged her perception of the world. Her art across different media reflects the juxtaposition of immigrant hopes and fears in the U.S., a yearning for humanization, and the strength she finds in a rich cultural history.

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