tomato pulp through my fingers....................From the kitchen, I watched Owen through the sliding glass doors.
white bandages....................He was lying in a chaise lounge beside the pool,
the holes that the woodpeckers made............smoking either a joint
preoccupied with the application........or a hand-rolled cigarette.
routinely melting............................He had removed his shoes,
go out and look...........revealing white hairy feet.
the holes in the cactus........... blood stains.............. Alvarado salt river...................... low flying planes............. superimposed on on unnatural disasters............ the words that were written in the painting.... the smell of the leather couch....... for as long as I could remember....................... a helpless passenger..................... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... mustard colored tiles............... the long walk into town.................. the sound that the lizards made..............

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