It Hit Me on Vacation in Chile

Tipoffs —
llama lips rearing, teeth leering —

trailered the email crafted in Spanglish legalese

ginned by the Argentine caudillo punk

ready & able to kill me.

Reader, I bailed —

house, garden, gear, cat, husband Mike if need be —

flew like a budding leukocyte

to Esther’s aid, her latest breast cancer bleeped

but her future vague.

Grandmother now

I housekeep a toddler, sleep in a doublewide.

Andean weather frescoes a turned page.