My father called it la boca del lobo. The wolf’s mouth. The palm trees lean closer to the earth, as if for warmth, or
After the river rose above its banks, after the farms and fields and yards were drowned and drained again, all was fish-strewn, stump- and
One eyelash, one millimeter longer than each other eyelash on your left eyelid, bends at its tip, as it, alone, leans on my lowest