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The Kicker
Continue reading: The KickerIt’s frosty in the air and on the ground, a dry frost that crackles and crunches under the feet and feels like the breaking of a stale communion wafer…
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Drag Queens
Continue reading: Drag QueensI am painting makeup on the face of my confusion. My scribbling connects me to something. The pen is in my hand. The paper lies still beneath its nib. It will always say the same things on these pages. These are the things I’m sure of.
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To Florencia
Continue reading: To FlorenciaAfter Florencia’s funeral I walked down Avenida Mérida to Paco’s Cantina to toast the passing of the whore who took my virginity more than forty years before.
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Sinkhole
Continue reading: SinkholeWhen the earth opened up and swallowed her husband Jonah whole, Pica feared that her life and all its private lies would be exposed.
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A Charmed Life
Continue reading: A Charmed LifeHis father was a disgraced steamboat pilot with a knack for grounding boats and destroying docks, his mother the thin-lipped illegitimate daughter of a beefy prostitute. When the midwife handed him over, she waited six hours in the parlor room to be paid, her queries up the decrepit stairs returned only by the newborn’s trembling…