October 25, 2026 Poem of the day: "poem where no one is deported" by José Olivarez now i like to imagine la migra running into the sock factory where my mom & her friends worked. it was all women who worked there. women who braided each other’s hair during breaks. women who wore rosaries, & never had a hair out of place. women who were ready for cameras or for God, who ended all their sentences with si dios quiere. as in: the day before the immigration raid when the rumor of a raid was passed around like bread & the women made plans, si dios quiere. so when the immigration officers arrived they found boxes of socks & all the women absent. safe at home. those officers thought no one was working. they were wrong. the women would say it was god working. & it was god, but the god my mom taught us to fear was vengeful. he might have wet his thumb & wiped la migra out of this world like a smudge on a mirror. this god was the god that woke me up at 7am every day for school to let me know there was food in the fridge for me & my brothers. i never asked my mom where the food came from, but she told me anyway: gracias a dios. gracias a dios del chisme, who heard all la migra’s plans & whispered them into the right ears to keep our families safe.