because he doesn’t have a visa

because he doesn’t have a visa       October 1, 2016
i’ve written too many words for you
but what else can i do?

i don’t tell you
why the documentary made me cry.
she interviewed the wife
of a man in immigration prison,
caught by la migra
for going to work.
eight months
she wailed alone.

and i cried for you.
it could be you.
for she is me
crying her months away,
raising children
who might as well be orphans
and her a widow.

but no
i am not her.
for her husband
loves her enough
to let her fight
for his freedom.

so you message me
and i do not say
why i cry.
i only tell the story
of meeting the film maker.
i do not say
that i love you.
i only tell about work.
i do not ask
when will you move to qatar
or even say
good bye.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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