Benjamin The Gardener
So what do
you say Señora can I come back to work for you?
From my
garden I bring you some agapanthus lilias.
But I need to
use the blower. It’s my job to leave everything clean.
Oh no. No
broom. I need to work fast and the escoba takes too long.
Ah si, el
polvo. Oh, you have alergias. Me too, muy mal.
Need a
milagro for my lungs. I get out of breath. Someday I’ll
figure out
how to clean up the garden y not make the dust y
fumes from
the gasoline blower. But it’s the fastest way.
And I can’t
improve my business when people steal the tools
from my
truck. Las policias, they stop me for nada. One policia told
me. “Pancho,
do you have your license, show me your green card?”
I told him.
My name is Benjamin Luna, not Pancho. Another one
made me get
out of the truck. “Show me your papers pronto or I’ll
call the
immigration.” Then I tell him I’m a US citizen for sure.
To tell you
the truth, es mejor have my truck stolen by some
cabrón gringo then have a policia take it away. Disculpa
Señora
for the bad
words. Pues they take my truck away and charge a lot
of feria to get it back. And like I
said. I need my truck with
my
gardening tools. They’re my business. Son mi vida.
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