June, 2017
Tonight I will sit in the dark
people the wall of my sorrow
Roberto was a busser I was a server
he came to visit an aunt and stayed
he started talking and I tried
to ignore him he kept on talking
smiling and smiling and smiling
full of smiles and careful words
we got married had three kids
settled into a comfortable life
I wanted to understand the madness
the sad slouch of justice
we met in ’98 in Fort Wayne
years and years went by until
Eddie’s Steak Shed in Granger
we lived in Mishawaka
your husband is being detained
because he’s a fugitive they said
my husband’s not running
from you you didn’t come
knocking on our door I said
he came to you he’d been told
to leave in 2000 I was pregnant
and sick and so again he stayed
he’s been moved from Wisconsin
to Lousiana and more recently
El Paso Texas one night they
suddenly told him it was time
to get his stuff put him in the back
of a van sped for the border
he was dropped off forced
to walk to Mexico the children
eight-year-old Demetri fourteen-year-old
Jasmine sixteen-year-old Maria
are having a difficult time
since he’s been gone the restaurant
has received threatening calls
and angry letters pack your bags
and go to Mexico said one
earlier today staring in the mirror:
your skin is bitter like suffering
what have you done voting for trump
with Andrés Montoya
From After Rubén (Red Hen Press, 2020) by Francisco Aragón. Copyright © 2020 by Francisco Aragón. Used with permission of The Permissions Company LLC on behalf of Red Hen Press, redhen.org.