On the one hand I have
little foreigner born
of village tapestry sitting
grinding her teeth in worry
over stoplight looks
and wondering when she'll be
an American.
On the other hand I have the smallest
one of three, right now
strutting boardwalks and
grinning under a full
Miami sun, looking
up at the sky in anticipation --
she's still so young.
If I had a third hand he'd be there
my little brother/lover
who bites his nails.
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