Things My Mother Taught Me
Wear your silver and turquoise to knead tortilla
dough;
baking soda polishes rings bright again.
Four paths to payday: beans and rice, flour,
Crisco.
If hamburger’s sparse, cut with stale bread or a
potato.
Take in strays.
Pay the vet. Say amen.
Wear your silver and turquoise to knead tortilla
dough.
Look the clerk in the eye over food stamps, as
though
survival and revenge are close friends.
Four roads to payday: beans and rice, flour,
Crisco.
Weed the garden when angry; kneel in each long
row.
Zucchini’s one thing you don’t have to defend.
Wear your silver and turquoise to knead tortilla
dough.
Drop everything and pick when the blackberries
glow.
Write letters of protest. Root for underdogs. Like alone.
Four ways to payday: beans and rice, flour and
Crisco.
Bring your mother home to die so your daughter
knows
love is stronger than what cannot be forgiven.
Wear your silver and turquoise to knead tortilla
dough.
Four paths to payday: beans and rice, flour,
Crisco.
(Deborah Miranda, The Zen of La Llorona)
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