Wednesday, July 10, 2013

10 July 2013

It Hit Me on Vacation in Chile

Tipoffs —
llama lips rearing, teeth leering —
trailered the email crafted in Spanglish legalese
ginned by the Argentine caudillo punk
ready & able to kill me.

Reader, I bailed —
house, garden, gear, cat, husband Mike if need be —
flew like a budding leukocyte
to Esther’s aid, her latest breast cancer bleeped
but her future vague.

Grandmother now
I housekeep a toddler, sleep in a doublewide.
Andean weather frescoes a turned page.

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