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By Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

My brigade feels all stretched out.
I got a train in my trees.
Is this why my grandmother
stopped loving me?

It is not as if I snatched her hair off.
The birds laugh at me
because I have female parts
like my grandfather.

I was assembled at PBS.
I look a little like Ironman.
I hear metal sounds.
I don’t know who controls them.

Where is my royalty check?
I need to go to San Pedro.
There is a job waiting for me.
I got rain in my brain.

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