Soledad gave me explicit directions
but the taxi
couldn't find her casa
on la privada and drove off,
couldn't find her casa
on la privada and drove off,
my sunglasses on its seat.
It was a thirtieth birthday breakfast
for her nephew Roenstand
Las calles no tienen nombres,
las casas no tienen numeros
A woman walked with me
until we found it.
Inside were introductions,
café, huevos, tortillas,
frijoles, pan dulces
They were quiet
Only la mama smiled
They didn’t know what to say,
neither did I
until I asked the dog’s name
Later Sol’s sister Antonia and her daughter
came close
Hablamos
como old friends.
como old friends.
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