Instead of telling the truth, I told him what I tell everyone: The love of my life wasn’t much to look at—bald, big-bellied, and cross-eyed—but his heart was a river. He fell for a woman who did the salsa all night long. Her hips never stopped circling. All they do is dance, dance, dance. Their footprints are pressed into each muscle of my body. Our time is up, he smiled. Our time is up. Our time is up. It got so I could feel the words taking shape letter by letter in the windowless room.

ISBN 1-882983-33-5
40 pages/$6.00