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Arboretum

by Angie Trudell Vasquez

 

Frames Mexican bones

bodies who built railroads

with broken backs, raw hands.

 

An 1880 census conceals us

carving holes in steel cars, 

for light, night air, hanging 

hammocks for sleeping wives 

to rock under galaxies.

 

One woman rides the continent 

follows her man from Zacatecas.

Thighs astride her clacking motorbike.

Belly swings on a swing sways on the rails until...

 

Where they lived in box cars until kids were grown.

Where postpartum was unknown 

and unbalanced women got sent back.

 

Where my grandma, her cousins

hid on the school hill to eat quesadillas.

 

Neighbors claim the old man rode with Pancho Villa

when men in suits leap off skyscrapers in New York.

 

Where my mom and tia pretend not to speak English 

teasing shopkeepers on the square.

 

Where my dad ran cross country to escape 

those fences, farmland until he broke— 

a mahogany streak on burnt clay tracks.

 

Where my uncle strove through bullets in Vietnam

dragging his buddy to the helicopter.

 

And grandmothers trade apples for pears 

fingertips and ashy wrists

dig out change at the market, 

dole out tortillas during meals. 

One hand on the open flame, 

one hand flutters holds the blue house dress.

 

Where peony roots divide on their own

sparking an arboretum of sweet pink light.

Whose perfume carries itself uptown 

to the courthouse in drafts with garlic and chile.

 

Where my sister came the day my grandfather was buried.

Water gushing graveside.

 

And summers meant volting between family houses. 

Rhubarb sticks dipped in bone white sugar. 

Rope swing thigh burns. Treasure hunts in the gully. 

 

Where I visit now water their parched Easter Lilies 

as they lie beneath the grass.

 

Thank them:

for surviving Midwest winters, wars and lynchings, 

for firewood split, mole recipes on parchment, 

for raising people who love so much it hurts to swallow, 

for lessons on how small caramel women united overcome great sorrow,

for sharing their one red lipstick and rose hand lotion when I was a girl flowering.

 

Reprinted by permission of the author.

About the Author

Angie Trudell Vasquez Madison City Poet Laureate

Angela (Angie) Trudell Vasquez is a 2nd and 3rd generation Mexican-American writer, editor, publisher, and the former Poet Laureate of Madison, Wisconsin (2020-2024). She holds an MFA in poetry from the Institute of American Indian Arts. Finishing Line Press published her collections, In Light, Always Light, in May 2019, and My People Redux, in January 2022. In 2021, she attended the Macondo Writers Workshop started by Sandra Cisneros, and became a fellow, also known as a Macondista. In 2020 she published and co-edited a poetry anthology of Wisconsin poets, Through This Door, through her small press Art Night Books.

Portrait by Nicole Taylor


November 2019

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