Calle San Miguel
By: Lexi Baldacci
Hometown: Channahon, Illinoise
“Привет! Привет!” the man called out,
sitting on the small step at his doorway
t-shirt crumpled atop his full round belly,
grasping at her ambiguous blondeness
her unmistakable yumanidad.
She continued, refusing eye contact
because she knew now that the calls of
“frances? aleman?” and the heavily
accented “whereareyoufrom?”
were no different than “taxilady?”
an effort to sell her something
their goods or their knowledge or
themselves.
Mostly this was annoying
and sometimes almost threatening
like when they got right in her ear
and told her she was linda,
not making her feel that way at all,
but sometimes it was funny,
like when she told them, “yo soy de aquí”
and they answered back, “el único aquí
de tú eres
es de la tierra” and she felt
every day
that that was true.