My life story

Él bus

Él bus

Tightly packed
sweat comes in and out all my pores

Can't help but think of anchovies. They must feel the same as me right now

Merchants coming and going walking through the aisle of the bus trying to sell their merchandise of water, candies, tamales, medicine, and more for a dollar or less.

The ride to perquín is long

I doze off

Noises surrounding me everywhere
All the windows down

I welcome the breeze.

The mom next to me with her child in her lap
He rested his head on my arm. It somehow brings me peace.

He is barely holding to his children's book.
The book is about sounds and how to speak Spanish.

When I first sat down the mom was showing her son the letters and ask him do you know this one

'A' he said she reply with always remember this letter as 'A.'

And then she show him 'e' and the lesson continued on the bus.

The driver speeds up and the wind surround me once more

All I can see are oceans of black hair I at least a foot taller not many reach my height.

When the smell of cut grass invades my nose only to pass as quickly an it came

COVID a distant dream here on pueblo

I'm  getting tired of sitting
The hues of flowers purple and blue come out into the scenery on one side and on the other stone walls and trees on the other

Deeper into the terrain we go
banana leaves come out to play along with more flowers- pink pops up too.

My Tia stands up and I feel relief our stop is coming soon

While getting ready to get off the bus. I stand, It toss and turns me I quickly grab on a rail and hope that the stop is sooner rather than later and finally

We arrive to our destination.

Perquín.