Can I die now, or must I wait?
I write so tales don’t end
so war ends
I must write
not for anything but
to keep my emotions awake
to retain my humanity
***
My mother never taught me tatreez
the embroidery of my bleeding pain
from a cassette of memory
but she taught me
the language of the proletariat
the downtrodden
the chase after bags of flour
Abril 30, 2024
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