Papá used to say,“El cuerpo recuerda lo que el alma calla.” I didn’t understand. Not until my hands achedfor someone else’s wealth.Not until I dreamed in time sheetsand woke up in someone else’s morning. The sound of billsnot knocking, just hummingan old songthat only sings en cifras I clock in.Clock out.Repeat until my skin becomes schedule.My spine, a […]