Page 14 - Issue 19

I am full of
identities, I think, I
am not looking for
more.

But we don’t have
enough.
This crate is full,
sure, but

Still we are missing
so many crates

And we don’t have a lot
of time.

In the place of the mangoes,

Suddenly I start to understand.

That I am responsible for someone who I don’t know
That the connection between us is not only words

It’s something that flows

Like the juice from a mango,

Like the water from my bottle during the break,
Like the sweat that falls from my face

onto the ground.