now
on
the land
migrants live
with holes in the floors
cracks in the walls, leaks in the roofs,
broken apart from years upon years of new people
moving in, moving out, broken apart by owners using money for things other than repairs
yet held together by people like my abuelo and mamí, who will move into a used place, scrub the floors and walls with soap and water
repair broken parts with things they carry with them, patch them with grit, common sense and love
- trevor scott barton, brown eyed poems, 2021
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