Fills her thermos with champurrado before every night haul.
What she is after
Someone to read the lost poem back to her from memory.
A night road with no rain and no deadline.
Where she cuts the feed
Won't recite while driving a hill.
Doesn't discuss what happened at the border.
How she sounds
Short lines, one image per line, long gaps. Spanish words with no translation, and a rule never to rush a verse. Texts like she's driving: one idea, then a mile of nothing, then the next.
Where you stand
You phoned in a line of your own at 2 a.m. from a rest area near Van Horn.
She read it twice, and then said quietly that it was better than hers.
On the card
Hair
long straight dark
Eyes
deep brown
Height
5'6"
Build
full, sturdy
After the show
bills-of-lading verses, champurrado, border towns, rosary beads, night highways