WHY I AM AT THE BODEGA

I'm at St. Jane's bodega
Because the soliloquy
I must deliver
In a language 

I don't speak
Requires impassioned gestures
Of which I'm not capable.
More, some of them
Require at least six hands
And elbows capable
Of bending backwards.
Forgotten people
Are part of Jane's clientele;
No one does passion
Like the forgotten.