Siete de Mayo Poem

CAUTIONARY TALE

Tonight I shall eat fake Mexican
Food with my real brother, who is half-
Mexican—some would call him a fake
Mexican—at a fake Mexican restaurant
Which is really a Salvadorean restaurant
That serves really hot salsa with their
Fake Mexican delicacies and delicious
Curtido with their (as far as I know) authentic
And excellent pupusas. I too was once
Accused of being a fake Mexican,
(never authentic or excellent),
To which I replied, I’ve only been to Mexico
twice and I’ve never felt your pain,
You asshole. That was the same semester
I got my first “F” in graduate school.