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The Money                                                                                                                           

After Bobby Chacon
I don’t care about the title
I’m in this for the money
I care about the title
I care about the money
I’m in this for the title
I don’t care about the money
I’m for the money I don’t care
I don’t care I’m for the title
the title don’t care about I
the money don’t care about the title
I’m about the money
I’m about the title
I’m the money I care about in this
By: Eloisa Amezcua

Eloisa Amezcua is from Arizona. She earned a BA in English from the University of San Diego, where she was the recipient of the Lindsey J. Cropper Award for Creative Writing in Poetry selected by Ilya Kaminsky. In 2014, she completed the MFA program at Emerson College in Boston, MA. She's received fellowships & scholarships from the MacDowell Colony, the Fine Arts Work Center, Vermont Studio Center, the Bread Loaf Translators' Conference, the Vermont College of Fine Arts Post-Graduate Workshop, the Minnesota Northwoods Writers Conference, & the NY State Summer Writers Institute.

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