Mai Begins in the City

Ciudad for Soledad. I was naked on the sidewalk I called it
decolonized couture. The trees graffitied it. The wrongfully accused
birds were gossiping in the precinct. I tried explaining this but the dogs
were only interested in my accent, took turns guessing
who I came from and why. I was too young I was just born
I was speaking five languages and all of them I stole from the future.
Everyone and everything was nameless even the rabbit
who came to interview me and prod at my undocumented diction
she was a real talker. Capable of prayer and other adult ceremonies like being unleashed
but never touching me if I didn’t ask for it first; animal behavior.