Author: Nasim Luczaj

  Taos, New Mexico. May 7, 1929 Every morning since I left you has been still, so radiant and fragrant and free,  then turning out tasteless once I bite into the old tangerine discrepancy  between frenzy and dullness. See, I’m your stupid tooth—made explicitly to break you into pieces. Now  I’m unemployed, working harder than…