By Chris Piago |
As a 15-year-old girl
I sat and watched
the ducks,
birds,
people minding their
own business
while my brother
who worked a triple shift
making means ends
is sleeping
cause we hit the occupancy
at our apartment.
and if Miguel or Constance
finds out
that’s the end
and we have to move the corner
vacancies
like we always did.
I walked up the
hills on rainy
days and still if it wasn’t
I walked them
anyways.
Such poor concrete
but at least it was
better than back
home.
There was nothing like
this and even so,
we were born
into the ground
that was hallow and
voided.
Until then, I watched
the water from that
pond and it still reminded
me that water
regardless of where it’s at
is still just water.
and I just sat there
patiently
until 4 o’ clock.
(image source: https://www.laparks.org/park/ken-malloy-harbor-regional)