A Word is a Word is a Word

y las palabras palabras son

You say you have only words to give

If words is all you have

give me words

Dame palabras

Cut me words fragrant of coffee

of guava, tamarind, and orange blossom

Sí, que huelan a azahar, a café con leche y a guayaba

Drip me words

as drops of honeysuckle in Araucan drawl

Palabras perfumadas como madreselvas en flor

que cuelgan de los muros de Coyoacán

Spray me words that flare up my nostrils

with first-kiss awakening

memory stirring

whiff of dew-jeweled alfalfa

en los campos de mi abuelo

in sun-drenched Casas Grandes fields

Cook me words, soul-food words

spicy of mole and chiles poblanos