| me and sis |
The past is leather shoes with golden buckles, one lost in a cotton field, the other.
The other?
Yes, the other--
muddied and hidden under a bed by my sister.
The past is my mother finding it, and not saying anything.
(I miss her silence, her leopard skin jumpsuit, her soft hands carrying Christmas cookies).
70,000 Kids will show up alone at our border-Mother Jones
