“Last Night I Dreamed I Was in Mexico”

Issue #113
Winter 2010-11
Last night I dreamed I was in Mexico. I saw my ex-wife’s—second wife’s—hacienda. I saw her dead husband dancing with Indians. He’d lost weight because he couldn’t eat. “The stitches in my stomach have popped open!” he cried. The bartender...

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