Dormido [Asleep]
My great-grandfather’s hands fold over his chest light as paper wings all the brownness drained out of them. Folded as we fold dishcloths, as we fold newspapers after they’ve been read, the creases misaligned and quiet. Under the stillness a flurry of fingers stained with shoe polish nails black with oil. Palms caked in cool earth, rabbit fur, cactus spines… Read more →