I dream of mami tending salted nopales on an open fire. She fills my belly with dreams of her own—comfort, possibility. Fire sticks and cactus mark her body with the days, but she will walk through fences and walls for me. Find me now. My life’s a nightmare.
I dream of mami tending salted nopales on an open fire.
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Fire sticks and cactus mark her body with the days,
but she will walk through fences and walls for me.
Find me now.
My life’s a nightmare.