“abuelita’s hands were a time card she clocked in and out, morning and night. they were a pile of dirty sheets at the foot of a bed, gnarled broomsticks, dustpans, and sooty vacuums, her hands were soiled rags in yellow gloves, they were two pillows beaten of mites and dead skin, her hands were paper…”— Aja Monet, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Abuelita, Cinnamon Sticks, Farina