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Three Poems

by Natalie Diaz

As a Consequence Of

my brother stealing all the lightbulbs,
my parents live without light, groping,
never reading, never saying You are lovely,

a broken Borges and a gouged Saint Lucia, hand in hand
shuffling from the kitchen linoleum to the living room rug.
The only pants my father wears are wobbling silhouettes.

My mother paints her face with distorted shadows.
One says rosaries to become a candle.
The other tries hard to be a Coleman fishing lantern.


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