If this is what we studied for,
heads bent over books at wooden desks
engraved with the names of the dead,
then I have a new feeling for
Olive trees, three acres slashed
equals zero zero zero.
That’s my address. The grade on m [...]
Pablo Tamayo is moving today, to stay with his brother-in-law on Nueces Street till he can find another house. "Don't worry so much," he told me over the fence. "I'm a beat-up man, my wife is an old lady, I always told you the roof was gonna fall." [...]