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Mickey Z
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Martin Espada says:
“My Father as a Guitar”
The cardiologist prescribed
a new medication
and lectured my father
that he had to stop working
And my father said: “I can’t
The landlord won’t let me.”
The heart pills are dice
in my father’s hand,
gambler who needs cash
by the first of the month
On the night his mother died
in faraway Puerto Rico,
my father lurched upright in bed,
heart hammering
like the fist of a man at the door
with an eviction notice.
Minutes later,
the telephone sputtered
with news of the dead.
Sometimes I dream
my father is a guitar,
with a hole in his chest
where the music throbs
between my fingers.
From: “A Mayan Astronomer in Hell’s Kitchen”
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