albatross “y hay cuerpos que no deben repetirse en la aurora” Oda a Walt Whitman, Federico Garcia Lorca there was a beginning an invitation to play pool, the maneuver to have another beer on our first night together there was a middle complications—a need to see you on my bed running your hands through the carapace of my skin there was an end A Farewell to Arms of forgotten names the last clown in a parade taking down the marquee