Jessica N Diaz-Hurtado

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1. The Red YamahaWhen the motorcycles come, we tremble.As soon as we hear the crescendo of the distinct sharp rev of an engine, we scatter like a herd of frightened deer. Amid the chaos of the town’s lunch hour, we aren’t sure if the pops we hear are from the loud bangs of the Yamaha or if they already found their target. We hide. Underneath restaurant dining tables set out on the plaza. We run. Into our neighbors’ homes. Into each other’s arms. We shout. May God and El Capo forgive us.