You are who I love, mothering the dogs, standing with horses You wanting to listen, you trying to be so still You, playing drums in the procession, you feeding the chickens and humming as you hem the skirt, you sharpening the pencil, you writing the poem about the loneliness of the astronaut You are who I love, sighing in your sleep You are who I love, singing Leonard Cohen to the snow, you with glitter on your face, wearing a kilt and violet lipstick You are who I love, you who stands at the courthouse with the sign that reads NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE You are who I love, you who beat and did not beat the odds, you who knows that any good thing you have is the result of someone else’s sacrifice, work, you who fights for reparations You are who I love, behind the library desk, leaving who might kill you, crying with the love songs, polishing your shoes, lighting the candles, getting through the first day despite the whisperers sniping fail fail fail Getting the blood drawn, sharing the difficult news, you always planting the marigolds, learning to walk wherever you are, learning to read wherever you are, you baking the bread, you come to me in dreams, you kissing the faces of your dead wherever you are, speaking to your children in your mother’s languages, tootsing the birds Summoning the courage, making the cobbler, You cactus, water, sparrow, crow You, my elder You decent with rage, so in love with the earth You whose blood was taken, whose hands and lives were taken, with or without your saying You who replanted the trees, listening to the work of squirrels and birds, you are who I love You who built the railroad tracks and roads Sharing your water, sharing your potatoes and greens You, Violeta Parra, grateful for the alphabet, for sound, singing toward us in the dream Weeping or touching the faces of the weeping You better than me, you kinder and so blistering with anger, you are who I love, standing in the wind, salvaging the umbrellas, graduating from school, wearing holes in your shoes You struggling to love or find a question You are who I love, you struggling to see You are who I love, writing letters, calling the senators, you who, with the seconds of your body (with your time here), arrive on buses, on trains, in cars, by foot to stand in the January streets against the cool and brutal offices, saying: YOUR CRUELTY DOES NOT SPEAK FOR ME
You are who I love, changing policies, standing in line for water, stocking the food pantries, making a meal
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You stirring the pot of beans, you, washing your father’s feetįeeding your heart, teaching your parents how to do The Dougie, counting to 10, reading your patients’ charts
You dancing in the kitchen, on the sidewalk, in the subway waiting for the train because Stevie Wonder, Héctor Lavoe, La Lupe You looking into the faces of young people as they pass, smiling and saying, Alright! which, they know it, means I see you, Family. You taking your medicine, reading the magazines You with henna on your feet and a gold star in your nose You protecting the river You are who I love You with cats in your voice in the morning, feeding cats You, selling roses out of a silver grocery cart
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