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4
Mala Suerte
By Abhin Kurella and Ian Sauter

Mala Suerte
Bad luck
Mala aire
Wandering in the dark

At any given moment


The fists try to speak
Tears at the end of the long night
If they are lucky

This man who farts and belches and Snores


What a disgrace
This lord, this keeper, this rival
Till Kingdom Come

“A good man”
She has to remind herself
Who laughs loudly
Curses like a man
“This is the man I have waited my whole life for”

Not that he isn’t a good man


This husband
This master
“Why can’t you just leave me in peace?”

She thinks of her father’s house


The town of gossips
The murmur of talk
The Huddled whispering on the church steps
How could she go back?
What would the neighbors say?
What a disgrace

The river’s namesake


The weeping woman
La llorona

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