to risk one’s life for a piece of bread,
and to finally cross the blue cactus border of one's dreams
only to see the Hush Puppies of hope get swept away
by the river’s treacherous currents
time now feels like an infection of chickenpox
while my son ages in some remote future
and I am continually deprived
of my childhood and motherhood,
birthdays and Christmas,
sunny and rainy days
written by Sussy Santana
Translated by Steven Tegu
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