i.

BY ERICK SÀENZ.

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Dad,

Saturday afternoons
you’d awake, hung over
faded blue lazy boy.

i’d lay on
frayed carpet inspecting
baseball cards.

hours of tv
in that foreign tongue,
I half understood.

I sat and watched you,
                                              too.

ii.

BY ERICK SÀENZ.

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Dad,
​
[remember drives home from l.a.]

I sat on your lap,
you sang along
KEARTH 101

I still hear those songs,
force me to remember
as songs can do.

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Erick Sáenz is a 1st generation Latinx poet and High School English teacher from Los Angeles. He is the founding editor of Lilac Press, a small DIY imprint. He was formerly a contributing editor for the online journal Cheers from the Wasteland. In addition to several self-published chapbooks and zines, his work can be found online. His first book Sussuros a mi padre was released by The Operating System in 2018. You can find more of his work at:  www.ericksaenz.com .