I had the opportunity to see Tato Laviera give a performance at my college. In all honesty, I can’t remember if I was still a student or recently graduated. This was, as my mother would say, many moons ago. His book, Enclave, still sits on my shelf after all these years. I wish my memory wasn’t as so bad, or that I had the foresight that I would one day dedicate an entire month of my blog to National Poetry Month. That way, I could write about the way Tato Laviera recited his poems. His mannerisms. The way he discussed each one or his writing methods. I do remember one thing though, and I hope I’m attributing it to the right poet. The way…