Erica Lin - OFFICER VISIT lyrics

they swept in with the acrid smell of Rosa's burning tamales laced with five o'clock sweat, trekking in the dust of pa**ing commuter trains. their forehead sheen are floodlights as they slap court orders like abuela pummels tortillas, methodically, splintering the scrap wooden table in time with mama's fluttering eyelashes. sausage fingers are squeezed into mason jars -salsa de tomate, to Caliente mio, to crema- viscous drops writhing down to paper edges saturated in sweat of midnight runs (el policia no esta afuera – corrate, corrate, corrate de estos gringos malditos) and you cringe as they lick from the tips of their fingers to their open-mouthed smirks. Erica Lin Hunter College High School