Past My Quarantine Window

  The black ribbon     cracked and cauterized     carries them like thirst     mouth to throat.   Hungry water     they trawl strollers     dogs     bags of to-go food     flimsy face masks   clutches of mail     toward     the    mouth.     They are […]

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Barrio Viejo Autumn

When you get up, the street lamps will still be lit. You will put on a jacket and socks (November to May) or not (May to November) and open your door quietly so the bell you hung there does not ring and wake the neighbors you imagine sleep as lightly as you do and who […]

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