Richard Garcia

Summer 1991

Los Amantes

By Richard Garcia

I play marimba on your rib cagewhile you whistle through my thighbone. We click clack up down escalators, you rattling around me taking tiny elegant steps, whisking your skirt from […]

Summer 1991

The Story of Keys

By Richard Garcia

If you would give methe key to your houseI would think of it as a one-dimensionalmountain range. I would hold it upto the skyand study how cloudsdrink in its valleys. […]