You called me Uvas
I still have bug-eyes
It was endearing
It was myopia
We’d stick branches
Wrapped in spiderwebs
Into trees’ knots
Brewing caldo
Sitting outside
Eating grapefruit halves
They were bitter
Starved for sugar
You would laugh because
You couldn’t braid my hair
Rolled it in your fingers
Called it slippery
Your mom was nursing
You called her vaca
I called her vaca too
Then you slapped me
We would fight sometimes
I would pull your hair
You would pull my hair
Til the scalp popped up
Maybe it was because
Your dad was gone
And my dad was gone
Las dos uvas
