When I think of it now, the danger, the eventual gunshots echoing off gray brick, I remember
the panicked yells of inquiry,
two wild, one found only in cultivation.
A vessel in Juan’s brain begins to bleed.
We go on and we tremble,
return to sip coffee quietly.
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