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who wanders through this

without noticing details

or seeing signs

not even written ones

just the big bangs

whenever we walk together

I have to stop him

at a street crossing

where are you going uncle?

One night he came back from work

tired as any utility man is going to be
after spending ten hours doing
whatever has to be done in a Laundry.

My uncle is honest

the Chinese owner

(because he is from China, then Asia,

who came first?

The man or the nation?

The nation or the continent?)
no, you're right
why mention nationality at all?
The owner lets my uncle be

a cashier

a washer

a folder

a tailor

an ass

a manager

a delivery boy.

It was a rainy night

fall was getting cold

but far from winter

a good night home

for any one with a taste for pot

the kind that makes you endure

the news from an island

raped by Comesolos.

This is what I wanted to say
with all this nonsense

my uncle in spite of coming

from Dominican Republic

can still lift his eyebrows

people surprise him

he did not see my cousin

growing up

he saw iPhones, flat TVs

I saw four iPads

and three androids

coming in and coming out

the boy was clearly working

in some warehouse

not listed in the IRS

I guess

the boy was already a man

his girlfriend was already a woman

very young

very vulgar

they were entering the house that night

with two suitcases and a big plastic bag.

"She must be pregnant", my uncle thought,

without smelling his grandparenthood.