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2023-03-22 Eduardo C. Corral

Poetry by Eduardo C. Corral

In Colorado My Father Scoured and Stacked Dishes in a Tex-Mex restaurant. His co-workers, unable to utter his name, renamed

Calling Him Back from Layoff I called a man today. After he said hello and I said hello came a

That’s the Job That’s the job, he said, shrugging his shoulders and running his hand through his hair, like Dante,

Telephone Repairman All morning in the February light he has been mending cable, splicing the pairs of wires together according

Lost in Space for Jeff In space, no one can hear you ask, “Do you have

What I Mean When I Say Truck Driver During the last 50 miles back from haul & some months past

For the City that Nearly Broke Me A woman tattoos Malik’s name above her breast & talks about the conspiracy

By Natalie Diaz The year we moved off / the reservation / a / white / boy up the

By Natalie Diaz When my brother died I worried there wasn’t enough time to deliver the one hundred invitations

To Abuelita Neli This is my 14th time pressing roses in fake passports for each year I haven’t climbed marañón