Mexican Literature

When we were teens

Poetry | Haiku

I

My dog died at night I found him in the morning On the welcome rug.

II

That dog grew with me. So I became a dead dog Much more than a teen.

III

We were on the grass Fighting for the last french fries The first time we kissed.

IV

Every night I saw The death count of the drug war On a tv show.

V

Cultural wasteland A place to lose dreams and hopes That was our high school.

VI

“My parents are late” She said. We were in her room. Then I touched her thighs.

VII

I opened the door There was the debt collector Looking for my dad.

VIII

To pay all his debts My father sold his business And became jobless.

IX

I heard my parents Argue about who will pay The family bills.

X

I cheated on her And then she cheated on me Or did she begin?

XI

We skip school to feel The low beating of our hearts In the silent park.