Maria slipped buttons
\ninto the elastic of her sweats,
\nbeaded, tortoise-shelled
\nfrom the Winn\u2019s fabric department.
\nShe treasurespread across the red dinette
\npairings last week\u2019s spoils, tinned
\nunder the bed we shared every weeknight.<\/p>\n
Her hands unfurl a tendril stretch. Maria made mulberry jam. Did you know that wolf spiders iiiiiiiiii<\/span>Pel\u00f3n, ya llegaste Found iiiiiiiiii<\/span>Te pusiste flaco. I weep in the backseat at the dining table she bought and feeds them to me <\/p>\n Maria slipped buttons into the elastic of her sweats, beaded, tortoise-shelled from the Winn\u2019s fabric department. She treasurespread across the red dinette pairings last week\u2019s spoils, tinned under the bed we shared every weeknight. Her hands unfurl a tendril stretch. iiiiiiiiii Dame la mano, ni\u00f1o. Masa gripped sinew, like summer canal mud until her hand […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2317,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[82,1],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Jypy-50Y","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19280"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2317"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19280"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19280\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19320,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19280\/revisions\/19320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19280"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19280"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19280"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span> Dame la mano, ni\u00f1o.
\nMasa gripped sinew,
\nlike summer canal mud
\nuntil her hand is mine,
\nand my breath is caf\u00e9 and Durango.<\/p>\n
\nIts tartness tickled the space
\nbehind my right eye, where I kept
\nthe taste of prickly pear,
\nnot quite believing
\nspines hid pulped sweetness at five.
\nShe\u2019d share her coffee, burnt
\ncaramel as my parents bussed
\nacross the city to denim factories.
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>As if I were her own child.<\/p>\n
\ncarry their young on their backs?
\nMass of teeming legs and babyfur,
\nand a million pinned eyes baying silently
\nat Saturn moons in every direction.
\nWith a whisper, a living scatter.
\nThreads tethered with back to her
\na promise of return.
\nMy mind is cataract
\nblind to those spinneret webs.<\/p>\n
\nMy father\u2019s face
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>at 23 dancing to Blondie,
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>at 28 losing his gold horned pendant,
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>hanging veil across his neck,
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>at 46 crying to \u201cMi Viejo,\u201d
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>at 52 desertbright with children in his arms.<\/p>\n
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>like the buried treasures of Pancho Villa.
\nFound
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>like buttons in cookie tins.<\/p>\n
\nMy mother pulses in supercuts\u2014
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>ironing her hair to the Ronettes,
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>her first black eye,
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>the darkness of her left lung,
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>her missing daughter,
\niiiiiiiiii<\/span>the stained peach of hospital rooms.<\/p>\n
\nof her white Palomino,<\/p>\n
\non credit, as she thrumbs berries
\nthreaded dark from the Cosmos,<\/p>\n
\nuntil I have my fill.<\/p>\ndion banville<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"