tortilla chips, bowls of fresh salsa ............. The notebook was lying under the table
too many coats of varnish........ .....................in an unairconditioned taqueria on the edge of town.
white bandages.... the holes that the woodpeckers made............
preoccupied with the application........It was attached to an ancient brown clipboard.
his gaze lingered.............. brown grass on the hills....... the holes in the cactus.............. blood stains.............. Alvarado salt river........................
low flying planes.............Whoever it belonged to had been writing with a pencil
superimposed on on unnatural disasters............about food.
the words that were written in the painting.... strewing meat and sauce in a wide circle........ the smell of the leather couch........ for as long as I could remember....................... I could almost feel his hands..................... hand carved napkin rings......................... sopapillas...................... mustard colored tiles............... the long walk into town.................. the sound that the lizards made..............

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