“It never stopped, this running. We were constant prey, and the hunters soon became big blurs: the police, the gangs, the junkies, the dudes on Gaarvey Boulevard who took our money, all smudged into one. Sometimes they were teachers who jumped on us Mexicans as if we were born with a hiduous stain. we were always afraid. Always Running.”
“Yeah,we rate all right”
“they say of the poet and the madmn we all have a little”
“She wasn't sure who were family & who were friends, and maybe they all were both, and maybe it didn't matter one bit.”
“You 'will never belive it.”
“go ahead and kill us,we're already dead...”
“cry, child, for those without tears have a grief which never ends.”