For Amy
Emilio's mother was long-practiced in the art of summoning a saint. For a burn, she'd appeal to the apostle John. It was John who got the call twice a day for a year when Emilio was
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maybe one day i will give birth to a girl named esperanza
With these wings I’ll remember
how the cosmos:
the sun
the moon
and the stars held me
caressed my cheek
plump like the moon in her full glory
They hold me close
because centuries of wounds have barely healed
I have tasted the smallest sips of freedom from the eternal rivers
I have hope
I’ll see the day of liberation
maybe not through my eyes
but through the eyes of those who will come after
Hope
how the cosmos:
the sun
the moon
and the stars held me
caressed my cheek
plump like the moon in her full glory
They hold me close
because centuries of wounds have barely healed
I have tasted the smallest sips of freedom from the eternal rivers
I have hope
I’ll see the day of liberation
maybe not through my eyes
but through the eyes of those who will come after
Hope