outside the walls of Octatillo................ Like the old song says
too many coats of varnish........I left his car at the gate
white bandages.........with the keys in the ignition.
the holes that the woodpeckers made............ preoccupied with the application........ brown grass on the hills... the holes in the cactus....... a glass of beer.......... tried to touch them......... .................. remembering champagne......... the words that were written in the painting.... always a hot day in Arizona........ strewing meat and sauce in a wide circle........ the endless aisles of Home Depot........ the smell of the leather couch........ 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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