Tuesday, December 18, 2012


Every relationship ups and downs.
I’m a writer with leg stress.
                                   —Jack Kimball

Approaching Juarez the dirt finally becomes
brown.  Pretty electricity poles and dangled
knots of electricity (second call for the 5 o’-
clock dinner reservation).  Toothpicks in the

distance, above lens wipe and Listerine.  Step
off the plane into a molten facial (Jack, Jack)
adds identity to an otherwise lovely résumé.