Xoloixcuintles | Year of the Mexican Dog

Xoloixcuintles

Tenía dos escuincles
cuando era niño que todavía tenía mamá
el escuincle con sus dos xolitos
y nuestra casa
que no era nuestra sino del ranchero Harding
estaba al lado del cañaveral
allí correteábamos
y nos escondíamos
entre las lenguas verdes
de la caña
Nuestra casa
estaba
construida
sobre un camposanto
los huracanes y las tormentas
se llevaba los ataúdes
y desparramaba los esqueletos en los diches
costillas acá, manos allá
quijadas, pies, calaveras
y espíritus que nos asustaban
cuando les daba las ganas
Agarré los dos escuincles de sus cuellos
y me senté con uno a cada lado
mancitos nos gustábamos
y clic
mi mamá o alguién
nos tomó una fotografía
a los tres escuincles
Ese verano
fue el último
ya para un otoño que se volvía invierno
mi mamá se fugó conmigo
nos subimos en un greyhound (otro perro)
y pasamos muchos días y noches
hasta llegar tan al norte del frío
que la lluvia caía en pedazos de hielo
Luego este escuincle se perdió
Nunca supe que pasó con los otros dos
todo lo que queda
es esa foto
de los tres
sentados lado a lado
con el cañaveral al fondo
y el sol arriba alumbrando todo
encandilando nuestras memorias de muertos y vivos …

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Year of the Mexican Dog

I had two dogs,escuincles
when I was a child who still had a mother
I the escuincle with his two cholito-pups
and our house
that was not ours but part of the Harding Ranch
that abutted the canefields
There we played
and we would hide
among the green tongues
of the sugarcane
Our house
was
built
atop an abandoned cemetery
the hurricanes and storms
would carry away the coffins
and scatter the skeletons among the ditches
ribs over there, hands over here
jaws, feet, skulls
and ghosts that would haunt us
whenever they felt like it
A grabbed the two escuincles from the skin of their necks
and sat down on the ground with one on each side
We loved each other gently
and click
mi mom or someone
took our photograph
the three escuincles
That summer
was the last one
for an autumn that was turning into winter
my mom escaped with me
we got onto a greyhound (another dog)
and we spent many days and nights
till we arrived in the coldness of the north
where the rain fell as pieces of ice
Then this escuincle was lost
Never to find out what happened to the other two
all that remains
of the three
is that photo
of us sitting side by side
with the canefield in the background
and the sun above illuminating everything
blinding our memories of the dead and the living  …

 

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