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| edward wells II |  | 1. Calabaza Negra Dark, magical, rich, pudding growing inside a gourd. It's absurd-it's Mexico. A young male holding on to the side of a pick-up as it circles a park-"Yo tengo vida!". In this moment of nothing (and the certainty of the impending). The next day, a Nation exists; a young man is living, growing -it's Mexico. September 16th and a reality of ideas, the speed of coming into being, and before, it was the absurdity of this place's commonplace: an assault rifle in the park, and before, I sat in a classroom and watched her, gave him back a tie, and Patrick Swayze is dead, and before, water-filled streets (after a night's rain), and before, crowded buses. And this morning, people still sing in the courtyard of the apartment. I finished eating the calabaza negra on a tortilla. It isn't raining. 2. Cat Sill Two paws to the front flush on a sill's ledge the rear and lower legs resting. A bottom hidden beneath fur, perhaps contacting the surface. A tail wrapped over the unrefined smooth of stone plaster and curving up, arcing to direct its end toward the head, flat against the wall like ivy. | |
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