Rancho de las Estrellas

Dust in the air rolling off the lips of the highway like smoke
As a tore up Chevy S-10 comes up the road full throttle
Along the shells of roman candles and broken Bud Light bottles
All the cousins always show up for a carne
Even the cousins that are not cousins

The sun finally surrenders
But the heat is relentless
The grill is going and the beers are flowing
My uncle Jr brought a trash bag full of fireworks and he says we have to pop them all by the end of the night

The boys light matches and let them burn until they turn black
The girls, never
Too afraid to burn their fingers
Too afraid to burn their eyelashes
Be careful, necios!” the chicharras scream
From the highest branches of the mesquite trees

The men sitting in the deer blind puteando
Laughing, singing, chain-smoking
Making jokes about each other’s mothers
Shirts stuck to their salty backs
Fighting over a roach with their little chinito eyes

Las mujeres sit in portable fold-out chairs
Talking about what the girls are wearing in the novelas
Swatting the bugs out of their hair
Some of them drunk, crying over men who don’t care

I think I hear a dog going off in the distance
But it could not be my puppy Chavo who they found on my 6th birthday
Dead, laying in the brush
Covered in flies with a can of beans tied to his tail

In the dead of the summer, which one I can’t remember
Toda la familia esta aqui en la rancho de las estrellas

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Teresa Longoria

I have an incontrovertible sense of humor. There is beauty and magic in everything around me.

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2 Responses to Rancho De Las Estrellas

  1. avatar Eugene "Gene"Novogrodsky says:

    …love this, can taste it!

  2. avatar Valerie says:

    Great imagery!! Feels close to home. Keep the great work coming, Teresa!

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