- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
Image by Alberto Garduño
A shot like a backfiring car. I lay full length on the border. Still as midday sun.
Folk think me dead. So fire back. I get up. Skitter like a lizard.
Now sit here, wrapped in this blood serape eyes flit side to side as bullets zip by.
Not a time for dance so shakers are sleeved above me. Soon victory will give my life back like clarity.