the air is spicy,
or maybe i am just -
caucasian.
i was told i was
puerto rican,
but i do not see it.
if i was,
the air would
not be this
spicy.
i choke on oxygen.
the air pollutes
my lungs
wrapping them in
a toasty feeling.
it's the spice
in the air.
or maybe
i am just
caucasian.