abandoned by his coyote, my father, sand seething beneath his sneakers, trekked through southern Arizona: maze of accacia & 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, k**ed 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