Her Father Talks to Her About Sex
If your right hand offends, chop it off,
throw it away. Better for you
to lose one part of yourself than
suffer your whole body to burn.
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Her Father Calls to Explain That Daughters Aren’t Easy
She was always a disappointment.
Mom said Dad came to the hospital with blue baby sneakers;
on seeing her pink hat through the nursery window,
he trashed them and wept.
Still Attached
His foot, cast and wrapped
in gauze, toes sprouting
like sun-scorched weeds—
not even the worst
of what he refuses to call
his combat injuries …
The Death of a Migrant Worker
My father died in the bathtub, his head banging against the stainless-steel handles. The blood from his head—useless now—poured out,
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Telephone Crew
Because the trees outside my mother’s cabin were so thick, the way she got the telephone was for an archer