"I write this on the deathbed of mi abuela, On the table of a new life spread out for us to eat from. La muerta de mi abuela. Y yo nunca le hable en la lengua que entendiera." (viii)

"I was born queer with the dream / of falling / the small sack of my body / dropping / off a ledge / suddenly." (1)

"I am driving his car. Feeling more man than my father. The car is entrusted to me to handle. I am on a mission. I am man enough to handle the situation, having a sex-talk with my father." (11)

"What kind of lover have you made, mother / who took belts to wipe this memory from me / the memory of your passion / dark
starving, spilling / out of rooms, driving / into my skin, cracking/
cussing in spanish / the think dark f sounds / hard c's splitting / the air like blows / you would get...