San Xavier Rez

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There is no such thing as ease

anymore. That is to say

my father lived under an old sky

until it was sold to Freeport

Copper and Mining, then he lived

in darkness. We were promised

nothing, not the casita, not

the children, not the burn

kit. Their god expands, their god

contracts. The mine’s belly

is punctured and collapses — I have to ask,

mi cielo, if we shot straight

down any dirt road long enough

maybe we could get back

to the start. You roll the window down.