97

at ninety-seven the allure was still living in his own home he built in the fifties with the help of a friend. he fought the knees. they did not want to get him up and standing. he ordered tamales and empanadas by the dozen and gave them away to anyone who helped.    #katyamills

traces

what's left of the bonds we once had are traces. friendships never die. even when we no longer speak we always have the shadow traces.