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May 12, 2013


Mom 5


A cold egg rubbed all over my fevered body as spiritual words floated around me

Tortilla dough slapping hands and its sweet burning smell on the comal

Water in the kitchen sink at just the right warmth for my bath

An ankle clicking with every footstep around the house

The curse to my abuelo the day my abuelita died


The thread sewn into my homemade jacket

Every starchy potato in my meatless soup

Each paycheck earned away from home

Traditions and unconventionalities

Remind me of my mother



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