by Sarah Costello

Rain rolls warm in Puerto Rico,
washes off thick, white, sunscreen in Puerto Rico.
Women with underarm hair dig ginger root.
The star of a Bud Light commercial hacks coconut clean in Puerto Rico.
Schoolgirls on hot hoods of cars gossip, never admit 
sex: Catholic and sixteen in Puerto Rico.
In the dark, river rush and Reggaeton hush
rock a hammock between trees in Puerto Rico.
San Juan ranks thirty-eighth most dangerous city in the world.
Where are the barrios I haven’t seen in Puerto Rico?
We drink duty-free Bacardi and Medalla
listening to Wisin y Yandel in Puerto Rico.
The governor’s grandson kissed me, rigid;
rich girls are painted and preened in Puerto Rico.