'Carlos Fuentes Lemus 1973-99,'
Katia Fuentes
Christopher Mulrooney

The Ambassador Hotel

in that time and that place we knew
what the whisperers were talking about
and said so (they would accost you right there
in the supermarket and point and say
such a one was no damn good watch out for that one)

we marked everything missed nothing hung our hats
on the chair by the bed we slept in (homecakes
in the morning apple juice and coffee)

we had breakfast in bed by turns

we didn’t care by that time what we had for dinner
(beef brisket cole slaw muffins and port) so long as
the town we had lights in kept them running
though there was a last night lit for quite a time

still we knew
what there was
to know worth knowing

and then the spectacularly brass events farthinged
up our street and we spectacularly
ourselves ran up to meet them but
we were snowed under

we were like that quite some time and then
and then we returned 
the sun returned

and we were like home