Tito Manuel Has A Cousin Drinking Water on the Death MarchAlbert Abonado
Since I did not recognize you as my relative I thought you were made of rivers because I could taste only metal and dust and believed you were a body of water consuming himself for his own pleasure. Forgive me for not greeting you in the customary way one does when discovering a distant relative surrounded by an invading military. What is the cost of water? Before now, I had never accused a river of hiding in the shape of the boy I once watched drain the blood out of a chicken by hanging it upside down, but I touched your arm to investigate your source, to learn how to conjure an ocean from myself despite my concern about your ability to dissolve me since I have become too familiar with my own salt. Worse yet, you could have been absorbed by the ground before you told me everything you knew about water. What did I know about shaping wet soil into your mouth? Had you been consumed by the trees, could you have conjugated the names of the fruit to which you had been dispersed? Could you have told me then from which tree your body hung?
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