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