IN THE REVIEW

Alone

No one can hurt me. They’ve tried to kill me so many times that nobody scares me now. I know what kind of people want me dead: believers in love, political, dressed like the poor. Nothing they can do is hidden from me. This whitewashed …

Fragment, 1959

And entering towns the guns had missed. towns out of storybooks, we saw the constellation of the Snake but we were afraid to look at each other. The earth smelled like an orphanage—potatoes, disinfectant, shoes—I thought Time walked next to us, years, …