EVEN EL PASO TALKS BACK
The accordion plays while we
are swimming in blood. Like
some pale western movie, the
cowboys are edged along the
rooftops, where the saloons
hide their members behind
old swinging doors. Mexican
music with a polka-dance
beat? Something like that
shadows the heart.
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Even El Paso talks back, I
am told - swarms of young
children, grasping the
chain and the link.
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