wind, waves, sand, and death
...after circular breathing
2008
the sand blows into my eyes, but i can’t stop starring. tears are forming and my nose is runny. i’m not crying. i’m in awe. a little shocked. entirely mesmerized. it’s a bright morning with stunning turquoise waves. it’s the first time we’re at the beach together. it’ll be the last.
abuela calls the house at 6 am when she’s finally ready to be picke…