Their insulin can’t be insulated      Because refrigerators (and everything else)      Needs electricity, and US.      But we aren’t helping.      The diabetic (and everyone else)      Are suffering     And will continue to.  It’s been two years since I’ve seen     Your Puerto Rican side, or you.      We were going to go to the island     But we only ever made it to Florida.      Both places are under water now.  The last memory I have     Is of you and the black and brown      Faces of your family.      In the living room,      Hiding from humidity.      I beat your chess-master cousin     8 to 10.      Your crazy cousin      Rolled me my first backwood.   We don’t talk anymore.      So I can’t ask if Nani      (Grandmother to a generation of Ricans,     The one who took your genes from      The Country America has forgotten      To Me.      The same one who was going to      Fly to California for her bones) Ever made it.