intro
when the mirandas migrated to america
more than fourteen people and
a fat yellow feline named "that cat"
lived in this two bedroom apartment
at nineteen norwell street.
nho nho
antonio as the eldest worked nights,
so he spent all morning sitting in his car by the curb,
burning through marlboros from of his breast pocket,
watching his siblings file out of the house in uniforms,
on their way to factories and house cleaning gigs
where they became johns, marias, eduardas, and jacks.
i don't imagine any hellos, he's always too tired for that.
mornings must have been mayhem,
but it was the only time when he could get some sleep,
maybe that's why he liked waiting the rush hour out,
stoically studying the sun rise over the beige brick buildings
until he could get some peace.
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