Reservoir

We grew up on the other side of affection

where the grass was green and the trees

were comrades in arms protecting the lot

but the water was scarce and the light was

shadowed by the thick arms of protection

I love you was like the after taste

in your mouth after you ate a sour dulce

hugs and warm embraces were like scrubbing

clotting toilets - hurry up and get it over with

ya andale after snapping the roof of

grandmother’s mouth and the tip of her tongue

so violently that the lights flickered, a florescent

bulb near the verge of shattering  

Pero quién crees que eres

but who do you think you are

her hands on her hips looking like a water jug

ready to overflow with water

the water does not come

from abuelita’s cool stance the water does not

come forth from her reservoir of a body

giver of life and protection where is the water

thirsty like the half marathon sprinters

running for childless mothers and fathers

get me to the finish line where adoption

is afforded and homeless children go home

make a pact to grow them up on this side of

affection where the grass is green and the trees

are comrades in arms protecting the lot and

the water is plentiful because our reservoir

of a body tips over and pours into thirsty

mouths of our blood or of another 

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