Cristián Flores García

The Sunday Poem: Cristián Flores García

      an invitation to lunch   we tailgate the ambulance escaping the explosion of midday holiday shoppers gridlocked there’s the assaulting antiseptic odor and the head nurse suggesting we wait outside perhaps go for a bite to eat nothing for us yet not allowed in condition critical but stable [...]

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