Scan the expanse, where the difference between land and sky can scarcely be discerned. Both abundantly pink. Both deafeningly silent. Where is the sun. Behind stretchy strips of wool. Pause. Gaze among the mesas, miles of necks without heads. Desert décolletage. The slope of tanned shoulders, the climb of jagged collarbones. Then, decapitation. Press on. … Continue reading “Tucumcari”