Immigration Interview with Don Franciso
       

In the church was the deepest
well of the city where the priest
was lowered every morning.

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I've split open the small fish
and counted the candles tucked inside—
all the pink nails tapping the wicks.

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If I had children,
there would be no reason
to empty the bowls
stagnant with rain water—
no reason at all to keep saying
"you are almost."

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The wasps: their multitude of clapping hands.

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How small the dolls.
How insignificant
the hands that move them.

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Perhaps the butterflies are mute because
no one would believe their terrible stories.

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