The Night Tito Trinidad KO’ed Ricardo Mayorga (live)
Kevin A. González reading The Night Tito Trinidad KO’ed Ricardo Mayorga recorded live at Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine, November 16, 2006.
Kevin A. González
Fire Ghazal (live)
Kevin A. González reading Fire Ghazal recorded live at Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine, November 16, 2006.
Skin (live)
Kevin A. González reading Skin recorded live at Bowdoin College, Brunswick, Maine, November 16, 2006.
The Night Tito Trinidad KO’ed Ricardo Mayorga
I kissed my American girlfriend & drank an American beer on my cheap American chair. How else will I get through to you? I spit on your face, Puerto Rico. I fuck around & when I come home, you make me coffee. You stink like fast-food meat. Your stretchmarks are as red as the red […]
Cultural Strumpet
You never really broke-up with your high school girlfriend, the hot nationalist— her legs smooth as the flag, her neck like the inside of a coconut. Freshman year, you pressed sorostitutes against the stained wallpaper of the frat, & they all lugged beneath their skirts the same grief vending-machine. It was Pittsburgh, a kingdom where […]
Cultural Scope
After her grandmother said you were portable & you replied, No, I’m Puerto Rican, your girlfriend kicked you under the table. You have this tendency to mishear old people because they’re often right & remind you of desquamation. She was right. You were born in a nasty little stripmall. You’ve come from a place where […]
Skin
Lake Mendota, Wisconsin Have you said everything you were going to say about skin, Kevin? How about everything you were going to say about obscurity & loss? These are the things you know— There has been a key for every lock you’ve picked & when you picked the locks the keys lost all their weight. […]
Cultural Stud
Who are you tangled in the rap of Frenchies: Le Club, plunking cigarettes backwards into your mouth, your tongue a magic carpet with one end tethered to the ground? There is a pool table behind you & two girls—topless—on their break, cue shafts sashaying in & out the smug gaps of their palms. On stage, […]
