Molle
Los Ancestros exigieron un sacrificio,
y ella sabía que sería el suyo.
Ardiendo en su propia rabia
insoportable
hasta que finalmente se quemó -
herviendo desde adentro
hasta desbordarse....
sobre la carne asada,
galletas caseras,
y la alfombra acrílica azulado
que su madre compró, con tanto esmero,
el dia
antes que su muerte.
Las disculpas
y las promesas de reconciliación
no fueron suficientes.
La variedad de
agentes anestésicos
no pudieron cubrir
lo rota
que estaba.
Piezas olvidadas y perdidas
hace ya mucho tiempo.
Perdida entre
el naufragio emocional
de las generaciones.
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Detura
All along your way,
wherever loose ends, broken strings, or slipknots were left unattended
Cotton, Nettle, and Heather have been spun
to repair your DNA tapestry.
Quilt of loving refuge.
Wrapping all this familial greif
in tears of laughter and homecookin'.
Every dusty corner of your family home
is completely cleansed and fully doused
in floral Water of Achiote
preparerd through generations of celebrations, and survival.
Live Oak
Lupen
They showed me your true face,
and against all odds delivered me
to this
safe
healing
place.
Where I starve you, purge you
like the Soul parasite that you are,
and liberate you forever—> send you up to the stars.
And thank you for the battle,
my unworthy opponent,
for all that you’ve shown me
right up to this moment.
