Rodriguez exists in nepantla – the in between place. He is at once his past self: “16 years old, in gang attire…come to party” but deciding to protest; and his present: “a grieving poet, / a scavenger of useless literature.” He weaves his history with gangs, drugs, violence, and loss into his poetry just as he weaves two languages interchangeably in his verse. Is he shooting up carga? Or heroin? Or are they one and the same? These past experiences are a bridge between cultures, spanning the border he grew up on – connecting those affected by injustices with the Chicano Movement.