Behind the glass of the Ole Ole Restaurant
a mannequin Mexican stands sentry
twitching moustache and sombrero.
His rainbow-woven poncho drapes
exotic commercial viability:
tamed, idealized, fetishized.
Across the street,
in ragged jeans crouched,
tired brown men wait
along the sidewalk
for the next job.
They pace and patch the borders
of someone else’s