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..............