He pulls up to the neighbor’s,
Time to load the bed he paid for.
Four generations of sleep in the bed.
The buyer laughs when I call him
Un ladron de memorias – Robber of memories.
He is in a hurry,
Off to sell the bed in Mexico.
No soy ladron – I’m not a robber.
Quiero dinero – I want money.
And that he’ll get, money,
While generation two of the bed thinks tears,
Then ,forgets them,
She’ll have some money, too.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-April 2014