if my feet could pound air into my lungs
the way they pound steps into the ground
i wouldn’t suspect i have asthma.
kissed by a llama
hiking towards Machu Picchu
must be good luck
if my feet could pound air into my lungs
the way they pound steps into the ground
i wouldn’t suspect i have asthma.
kissed by a llama
hiking towards Machu Picchu
must be good luck
there’s a market
outside of the market
across from the supermarket
and i expect those miniature llamas
are sold everywhere
if my heart beats like castanets
does that make my body
culturally appropriative?
even when i am bitter
and sad
and stressed
and upset
waving back to babies who wave at trains
will always bring a smile to my heart
get pulled into audience participation dancing
Perform
feel out of place on a luxury train
Perform
meet new people who think your life is interesting
Perform
that is your profession, is it not?
condors have a huge wingspan
which they will show off for you as you approach
and they fly over you like dragons
but they don’t want to burn any villages.
they just want to find dead meat and be left alone.
we hike with dogs
and learn about how the Incas built walls
around other cultures’ sacred places
so they would have to go through Inca territory
to worship their gods
and live their lives.
but when the Spanish arrived
they destroyed the Incan sacred spaces
and forced them to build Christian churches
so they would only be able to worship
the One Christian God.
I think I like one version of imperialism better
we talk with our guide about
dogs
Inca
books
college
Peru
computers
politics
Canada
tourists
and he tells us our plan to write on a train is cliché
we laugh about it and agree
brick apartments
three stories high
open top floor
to let the laundry dry
were the buildings finished that way?
maybe this tingling in my lips
will stop the tingling in my toes
(on coca leaves)
when a massive nosebleed occurs in a rented room
at 1 in the morning
and you manage to catch it all in your hands
that is a miracle
in a world with no(t just one) god.
outside of our door
the sidewalks don’t fit two people consistently
when passing
we often hop into the road
outside of our neighborhood
the tourists get talked into
buying trinkets
(that may or may not be truly Peruvian)
or hearing about tours
they’ve probably already booked
but
if you simply acknowledge them
and say ‘no, gracias’
they say ‘thank you’
back
outside of Cusco
the Andes roll
and reach
to the sky
and i can feel in my lungs
that we are also closer to the sky
the cars in Peru are small
so that they can slip past each other
on even smaller streets
(with no consistent rules of these roads)
the large vans and busses
too
squeak by with
mere inches
no
millimeters
to spare.
we are glad we did not get a rental car.