01

Birthday

The dawn sun is young and rose gold
and a little boy,
balled and unformed on the sofa,
is watching a simple screen.
It's Saturday,
and the sun is his only company.
His sister and mother are not there,
and Papi is already at work.

If you had your nose to the glass
of the sliding doors
of that little apartment,
halfway outside the town of Fuenlabrada,
you’d have heard a power chord
in the holy key of C,
and seen that boy dash dash dash
to the glass of the TV.