the same skin on braved-bone/ that once
picked apricots on an orchard farm/ like
delicate newborns/ such sweet children he
had/ during the humid summers/ he slept
under the shade/ of any tree/ praying to the
moon/ or stars/ or god/ across the sky/ like
silver dollars far from his reach/ how
beautiful he dreamt that night of a home/
built of sore knee/ tired back/ when the
orange man found a place in america/ some
cheered/ some cried their body funeral/ but
what does crying mean in this country/ my
abuelo sits at the kitchen table/ fox news
spills into the same air he labors to belong
in/ his resistance/ swatting the fruit flies
over a browned apple