WANT

EDUARDO C. CORRAL

 

abandoned by  his  coyote, my
father, sand seething beneath
his sneakers,                  trekked
through        southern Arizona:
maze of acacia               & 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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