Saturday, May 28, 2016

Want by Eduardo C. Corral


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


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