Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

he tenses. waits for the blow that will undo him. 

instead the man’s demeanor changes; protracting as if fed some new knowledge. 

he could not know. soto’s eyes widen, then close. if this is how he goes, third-partied by some jackal from sinaloa —

he could almost laugh. juárez.

and now he waits for the lifeblood to be cut from him.