Instead of the good social position
I wished for, suddenly I’m a prisoner.
The angry police chief
delivers me to a school
where he informs me
that by order
of the president
of El Salvador,
I must stay off the streets
and serve my sentence
by teaching grammar.
Estoy perdido.
I’m lost.
For how long will I have to recite
memorized rules, instead of writing
my own free truths?