Well Bottom Blues

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EL JOROBADO











EL JOROBADO

Been living on the outskirts. My leather bag of sweet corn, my cane of resentments. Been taking my time, my proper salutations to the Hood, this deep embarkation toward you, hermana-remember me?

Day one: when you introduced me to your servants. Day two: when you guessed at my deep accent, the one you said was so full of the world-to-come, the last thirst. Day ten: when you patted me on the back and retreated to your cave because you couldn't hold me, you couldn't embrace me.

This is the world I carry, I said. This is the hunger I bury, I said.





Poems by Juan Felipe Herrera. Linocuts by Artemio Rodríguez from Lotería Cards and Fortune a Poems A Book of Lives




			
			

				
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Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis,  What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).





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