East of the Setting Sun

South of the border among the pluripresence of jellied heat, east of the setting sun, inNogales, Mexico, where this sort of thing can occur,you glimpse twenty meters to your right a thinMexican woman who’s walkingalone: black-haired, willowy, tall, her long arms aglow with toffee-colored skin, her wet eyes friendly yet faintly mocking. She isn’t old, though […]