My right big toe <br />has been black and blue <br />since the time <br />old Benny Navarro <br />got me a job <br />working on the docks <br />at the Port of Kenosha <br /> <br />Standing in a crooked line <br />with unshaven faces <br />at five-thirty in the morning <br />I was chosen to unload <br />100 pound boxes <br />of frozen meat from dead cows <br /> <br />after the first half hour <br />one of the icy boxes <br />dove out of my left hand <br />and speared my right toenail <br /> <br />that summer after college <br />I felt like a Mexican <br />everyday <br />getting up too early <br />standing in line <br />as if my brain <br />was as thick as the <br />foreman’s shoe<br /><br />Oscar Mireles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-did-during-my-summer-vacation-that-made-m/
