Rio Dulce by Liz Tucker

on the banks of the Rio Dulce girls and women abandoned by families desperate for food clothes medicine spread their legs wide their minds clamped tight. strangers come before them grunting and snorting. they kick and buck whinnying like wild mustangs spooked on the open plains. inside these girls sing distant lullabies already palming the cold quetzal in their hard calloused hands with nobody to hear them hum.

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