Very cold, like in a forest’s clearing, shadowed by grayboulders. Very cold, and the pipe organan enormous paternal tree, bleeding sap. The eye climbs and crossesand climbs again to take it in. The stainedglass casts gems onto the stone floor [...]
Sometimes I wander around wondering where my mother is. The family buried her next to her own mother. Out there, the hard pines darken early. Anyone can hide and not be found for years. Bobby Cherry laid low there. The girls came in his dreams. You can’t live in those woods and not be haunted by what you’ve done.
Capricorn, hair, bray, and hoof, eater of tin, biter, bitter, sister, wilder than tame, not quite gamey as deer, lower cousin to the caribou, giving rise to tears and the satyr.
Alma lost an eye when her house collapsed under ash. Milo severed his thumb por una bomba. Juana married John in Las Vegas. Ernesto washed dishes in Hollywood until his skin cracked while impaled children lined El Mozote. I eat pan con café de palo for breakfast while David Bowie sings labyrinths to the tune of leather.
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