I used to say, when asked about napping, "I can't. I'm too anxious." but anxiety exhausts me And around two or three en la tarde,...

With the dog's breath howling in the labyrinth of my ear with the wet of his nose plastering my hair with my own heartbeat punching...

Black cherry, unmarred beneath truck tire. Peach- rose, slapping reflection against window, like palm. The second bouquet of flowers you...