garden home
my mother’s spine curves slightly downward,
as she waters the papalo that has overtaken the garden
she picks it, begins to speak about her childhood
and I remember this garden holds our memories
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as she waters the papalo that has overtaken the garden
her swollen feet navigate the mud, blue veins protrude
and I remember this garden holds our memories
with abundance, home and oaxacan soil
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her swollen feet navigate the mud, blue veins protrude
she carries baskets of amber tomatoes inside
with abundance, home and oaxacan soil
and gently washes them in the cold sink water
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she carries baskets of amber tomatoes inside
she picks them, begins to speak about her childhood
and gently washes them in the cold sink water
my mother’s spine curves slightly downward
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