LIZARD PULLOVER My pullover escaped the clothesline it was a random pullover but that doesn’t make it less special. I don’t know if it fled night’s cold or leapt off the roof in a desperate attempt to reclaim its origin. The neighbor loosed the cat before dawn swore to have seen my pullover crawiling downstairs like a fragrant lizard in seach of a naked someone to nibble or safe refuge from the inquisitive gaze of volcanoes. I followed its trace a clear trail of lint and fibre but upon reaching the last step the hallway’s end I came face to face with my hope transformed into a horrible crustacean finely unravelling the last remains of my good fortune Translation: Jorge Luis Flores Hernandez
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