poem

Category: poem

ala madre

Visitors tell me what Laredo needs
is more, / and I ask them how much more / do they need for us to give / in order for them to finally feel
satisfied?

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Un Poco Manic

I didn’t know then that, / ultimately, my mother was all alone, despite how much people envied her / Verónica Castro eyes, despite her three children always trying to please her, / watchful for the ways we could be exactly who she wanted us to be.

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