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The Many Deaths of Inocencio Rodriguez I When he traveled, he did so without mercy, in a body that was not a body but canvas painted with his handprints. It took 405 days to get to Detroit, & like each horse he passed, he stopped for a three-finger pour …
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… Till Sir Thomas learned How Lancelot, all good knights come at last To the Dark Tower and noble things pass— And …
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Return They told you that their enemies surrounded the women, the countless rapes fifteen miles from the border, even on the outskirts around camps, how the women speak little, their smiles like broken carts. They told you even though they are alive, …
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… mother you’re learning to write in cursive. Your mother becomes angry, says you will be sorry . When your mother … she asks. Her litany of regrets: marrying your father, coming to America, having you. In Japan, she says, her … curse ? Doomed to be cared for only by those she holds in complete and utter contempt. regret superstition curse …
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… Eleven years had passed inside her body, all of them as my companion, having found her as a kitten shut up in a cage. …
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… the twirling stick Where you are sleeping, where you will come again. Already your breath, pale as fog through a … brothers. If you fall asleep in the middle of my fear, I come back To claim my throat and my numb belly, like a dog … binding of midnight, Without leaping or rattling, you have come back To lodge yourself in the deep fibres under my …