Why were all adolescent sojourns of night time and wanton abandon?
Slouched on Guatemalan buses; corn/milpa stalks growing from unpredictable angles; farmers flying off their cultivated patches
All done like conjuring tricks, sun slants, moon beams, smoke, fog, warm currents, cross eyed dogs, machetes for protection, blankets woven from brilliant threads into nightmares and dreams; supple limbs and a contortionist's glee.
Now it is all present dangers, thoughts of mortality, of injury subsumed by fears of death
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