Adrienne had been coming since April. Then, in August, her dawg wrapped its leash around her legs and pulled her over backwards. Her injuries put her in the hospital; she thought she mught come back in November.
Andrea took over until one day Debbie from Vancouver showed up. She had no info about Andrea.
The next week Dawn came. She said Andrea had had an accident and she, Dawn, was just following orders. No one ever told me anything. My texts to both Adrienne & Andrea went unanswered.
Then came Jessica. She was different; she's an artist, a writer, a poet, a performance artist and has been working with the dying for ten years? (I need to ask). She's lived in Grants, New Mexico, got her nursing degree in Mississippi, and is part Taos Puebloan and part Hispanic. She has a grand-daughter.
After taking my vitals, she read me her poems. She just got a YT channel so there'll be more soon.
The Brink
She's reading from Cholla Needles 97, a poetry journal published (this year) in Joshua Tree, California. She's also included in this anthology published by The Museum of New Mexico Press.
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