Un Trip Thru The Outlet Mall

in memory of the Licano poet Big Sal Gallinas

El ocho patas
went to the outlet mall

looking
for a chava

the young girls in shorts
were flashing horts

there were too many
sunglasses for sale

the food court
didn't sell real tacos

the Indian fellow
was yellow

the custodian
was Bodian

el ocho patas
scattered everywhere