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How I Came to Be Down There is an altar standing in a hallway. It’s him.  Surrounded by Virgencitas and velas . At dinner, Big Sleepy was ki...

Monte Carlo for a Torcido Outside a Southside cantina, and I, though furious, am huffing, as I’ve run six bold blocks, gold spackled in a p...

Guayaberas In my closet, they hung like spirits.   Six of them.   I remember the black one and the blue one, because those he wore most.  ...

Men Blur There were ice chests to lift and muscles to grapple with. Cliffs as well.  Men stream, muscles and haloes, and blur.  Horseshoes a...

The Pit Bull and the Fingerprint Clambering among the freeways,  I am barefoot and without my ride.   Asphalt on either side of me,   The aw...

Pit Bulls The tall fence does not exist when I vault over it, Dollar Store laundry basket in tow,  and land, undetected, in Nike chanclas ,...

Clorox In the long lineage of ribs,  boneless ribs, containing cotton  but no cartilage,  to which connects no sternum,  no clavicle, no lig...

Hanging Bed Sheets That man you’re fighting with,  He called tonight While you’re tugging shoestrings  off the skinny clotheslines of a trai...

Sleepy and the Rock, 1993 a memory I lost but now have found “See this rock.”  Perched between stout fingers,  a homeboy shows off the rock,...