Call Me Gringa
Samantha Neville ‘19
Call me gringa, cousin
Call me gringa to my
high cheekbones —
peel away the layers,
excesses of too many
tamales, tortas, tostadas,
And it is true
you will find the cheekbones
my mother bequeathed me
Call me gringa,
I respond in a tongue
intimate with the accents
and tildes of Spanish,
Not my mother tongue,
No — my mother’s tongue,
one that does not spit the
double r in burra and borrar,
but cradles it, nestles it,
Makes love to it,
Flutters its wings till it flies
Call me gringa,
I snicker in Mexican, a
laugh that smacks hollow,
suggesting my own mortality,
can’t kill what’s already dead, a
mocking Moctezuma’s revenge
only vanishing into silence
like a desaparecida, a laugh
bleeding Catholic guilt
and the color of a cempazuchitl
Call me gringa —
My pulse blazes and flickers,
like candles on Day of Dead