Poet’s Corner: Dia De Los Muertos, My Love
What would you feed me, what complements the sweet amber whiskey you pour on my tomb? Remember me with persimmons, pomegranates, ripe amorous figs. Cut through a rare skirt-steak ancho-rubbed, sealed with oils of poblano and olive. Paint my skull rich turquoise like the deepest part of the Colorado River, flowers of...