Brad Trumpfheller

Oh, I seetime respools— encomienda one expects shudderto agree with scythebut instead — prisons Cortés-like — discoversgold ore floating atop tearduct digs too hard too something something in the languagedoesn’t leap from the pagelanguishes low in one’s hometown well into one’s late 30s one readsbougainvillea and feels only the moondisappearing behind the low sun which…