Good afternoon all!
If it hadn’t been the first day of school, and if my mother hadn’t been crying her eyes out the night before, and if the fuel pump on the Jeep had been doing what a fuel pump on a Jeep is supposed to be doing, and if it hadn’t been raining like an Australian tropical thunderstorm – and I’ve been in one, so I know what it’s like – and if the very last quart of one percent milk hadn’t gone sour and clumped up, then probably my mother would never have let the Butler into our house.
I had random.org select a % and it went with 37%.
Tía is a woman woven of miracles;
the reason people who are afraid of her
& her magic
still call for the worst emergencies
is because Tía’s a woman who speaks to
who negotiates with spirits, who loosens their fingers
when they clutch around the neck of
someone she wants to live-
It doesn’t always work – Ik now
sometimes Tía is too late; sometimes the request too great