Masked staff behind plexiglass barriers. No one in the waiting room. Someone takes your temperature. Leads you to another door. The hygienist is suited
by which I mean what comes to mind now and squeezes my throat are those nights together on the floor of the living room
tu eres talvez mi corazon gitano que vega en el azul llorando versos! —César Vallejo We bet high and slept in the streets, sure