- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
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Image by Alberto Garduño
Prickly Pear Stare
At sun-death he returns,the man on the corner
in el pueblo, perching
at night, squat as a statue
until sunrise.
The wives talk; say he hides
something behind that blood-
red blanket and prickly pear
stare. Who knows what
mystery he keeps so close?
They whisper he’s an assassin
from the Medellín cartel
come to kill us in our sleep;
but who knows?
We never see his face.