| Anxiety
1 I close the shutters with their cracked paint, hard flakes, nails, the streets burning. 2 An old mexican woman wearing a black, felt hat cries out at me, wringing her hands. I say: ‘Woman, I do not know where your children are.’ 3 I die in a slow campfire. 4 A body inside a snake moves like an unborn baby. It pulls up its knees, succumbs. |