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Jorge the Church Janitor Finally Quits
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Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1989
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- No one asks
- where I am from,
- I
must be
- from the country of janitors,
- I
have always mopped this floor.
- Honduras, you are a squatter's camp
- outside the city
- of their understanding.
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- No one can speak
- my name,
- I
host the fiesta
- of the bathroom,
- stirring the toilet
- like a punchbowl.
- The Spanish music of my name
- is lost
- when the guests complain
- about toilet paper.
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- What they say
- must be true:
- I
am smart,
- but I have a bad attitude.
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- No one knows
- that I quit tonight,
- maybe the mop
- will push on without me,
- sniffing along the floor
- like a crazy squid
- with stringy gray tentacles.
- They will call it Jorge.
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from
Rebellion is
the Circle of a Lover's Hands
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