Where You Go
From my desk, I watch her turn the pages. She is meticulous, each touch / feather-light and exact in her dissection.
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ReadThe Great American Smackdown
Politics is like an awful off-Broadway play that can’t decide whether it’s a tragedy or a comedy. -
ReadCritical Mass
To fight your family’s genetic tendency to become ghosts, you rub makeup on your face so people can see you. -
ReadLove’s Exodus
El Coyote appears before my shack, silhouette illuminated and clear. He removes his fedora and taps it against the wall, dust and sand in my eyes. -
ReadNullibiety
Both men made me promises. They said it would be better, that there would be bounty. And space, so much space between homes. -
ReadIn Less Than 365 Days
I knew a lot had changed in my part of town since I left because cafes had cropped up all over the place, like small checker pieces from other boards migrating over to ours. -
ReadNo One Calls me Chris
He wants to go a year backward. The evidence of this desire is the date he writes on all of the release forms. -
ReadNew Year’s Eve
My brother calls, says, “Bring a razor the next time you visit mom. She wants her mustache shaved.”
