Adobo Criollo Sergio Antonio Ortiz Rivera

Wetback of eternity I am                undocumented worker of eternity, an illegal                   crossing the border of a dream. My passport of existence has expired. Without proper documentation                my bones are worthless. I travel            night in a crowded truck without headlights. I sleep in the backrooms of the law. My American dream became the hell of my exile. He has come out of shadows , they point at me and say, when I appear from the toilets of my job. It doesn’t matter.  I celebrate like a wetback the passage of wind in desert altars and contemplate infinity in the place where the twin towers stood.