Want by Eduardo C. Corral

Want

abandoned by his coyote, my

father, sand seething beneath

his sneakers,                trekked

through       southern Arizona:

maze of acacia         and cholla

cold sweat cut       his face like

a razor    in his pocket: a fine-

tooth comb,    dice, & a photo

of a girl playing a violin      on

the third day,      he picked up

a rock,        killed a blue lizard

with a single strike   he tore it

apart,      shoved guts & bones

into his mouth             the first

time I knelt for a man,       my

lips         pressed to his zipper,

I suffered             such hunger