and i watch from helpless floods

as my patriarchs fade into the hallways

of humid hospitals as their organs

leak into the yellowing smoke

crusted into the walls; Abuelito’s

brain is bleeding, and my father’s

heart is weak, and he says it is just

one thing after the other ever since

his mother’s cancer came to rock

the saltwater shores of our comfort,

all the ignored calls and days spent

rotting in front of screens. And all

of the sudden I am helpless again

like a child again yelling again

where did they go

where did he go