The Carnitas Taco Cure
Overworked and underloved, I ran to Mexico and holed up in a hotel room all alone. Writing. Distilling discontents to purple prose.
Eventually, hunger drove me from my lair.
At a taco cart on a cobblestone street corner, an old lady nodded at a plastic chair. I sat. A dog appeared, licked my left big toe, and fell asleep with his head on my sandaled foot.