Watch me, watch me!

Leaping, eyes shut, from retaining wall

Onto rusty, blue Impala roof

Then foolishly jump again

Onto annoyed, rusty hood

Vatos are cussing at me, why?

Junker void of glass, tires or guts

Maybe they’re drunk

Run away, regardless. Wait! Stop!

Damn foxtails, invading shoes and socks!

Disheveled Little Moni arrives, with rust, sweat and dirt clinging on

Reina of the barrio survives, I’ve earned my cajeta spoon

“Bathe first, cochina,” says chuckling Mom