I first came across Pedro Pietri’s poetry in the anthology, The United States of Poetry.
I always loved this poem, though I never had the balls to call work and recite it to my boss (Oh, I thought about it):
Telephone Booth Number 905 1/2
woke up this morning
picked up the telephone
dialed the number
of my equal opportunity employer
to inform him: i will not be in
to work today
are you feeling sick?
the boss asked me
no sir, i replied i am feeling too
good to report to work today
if i feel sick tomorrow
i will come in early.
Came across an important poem of his yesterday at the reopening of El Museo del Barrio, which he reads here:
I liked the line: “Aqui TV dinners do not have a future.”