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