Anna Escobedo Cabral

I imagine
Anna Escobedo Cabral
Sitting in a vast empty room
Made of lead
Under a spot light
At a huge mahogany desk
With a picture of her father
In a sombrero
Signing all the money
Moving it from not done to done
Occasionally cracking her fingers
Making the curl on the “A”
Exactly the same
Every time


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