Inspiration: Everything That Rises Must Converge

Outside were a mother and son; the mother holding on to her son
Giving her a chance to embrace a moment of it and for him to have
the ugliest scowl.

They walked down the hill, with the thoughts,
"Those damn shoes
She first had on heels...
Then to be sensible she put on flip flops...with heels."

She walked in the neighborhood, looking, analyzing, using
that wonderous gaze she perfected
filled with what was wrong with everything.
He hated it and got her down to the market.

Inside she bought what they needed:
Beans, rice, the type of cheese he had forgotten about
(queso fresco, the only good kind),
and chorizo for nostalgia reasons.
He hated it, but she wanted it.

She knew a little bit of English
He knew a little bit of Spanish
They walked, with words that were
Deeply distorted.
It annoyed him that she never learned
anymore English.
She was concerned he never had
enough Spanish.

It was a wall they had between them.
Everytime they hopped up to look
to see what the other had,
It was never anything they really liked.
Yet they kept hopping.

She'd stop sooner then him.