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Puerto Rico: Land of the Noble/Valiant Lord!
We’re a fleshy circle ofbeached bachelorettes,tramp-stamps fading, bentover mini Boursins and Bordeauxbrought down from the roomon top of a resort on top of a reef:
the garlic-breathed fruit of four thousand yearsof human habitation,from the good old Aceramics,the Taíno, fluorescing,and tireless reincarnations of colonizers tothe new ground-sloths, the new giant island shrew:
you, sunburnt, evolved, sipping rum and corn syrupvfrom a purple plastic penis straw—barbasco to sacred vomit sticksto Tylenol factories to thissludge-filled veiny verisimilitude—wondering how you landed yourself here:
bridesmaid, la isla, Borinquen, a fortified interrobangtrimmed in a Whore-Glo faux-feather boaas Russian businessmenoffer you their warm Coronas,when all your life you’ve just beentrying to make some progress.…