I was pregnant when his mother asked me to try saving the vanishing family fortune. Every Sunday the horseraces, the whips, dust, and money. My mother worked with him on the farm. She over- saw the harvesters. The powerful thighs- On Daniel's dresser, a bank of candles glimmers.
Pink glass rains over the floor.
The amassed fortune, the amassed power, especially in the neck. To swallow a cry of pain or desire would cost him dearly. Against the green truck in the parking lot-the bites I later noticed on my thighs. I held onto the window frame and rode-feet planted on the running board. Wind in my hair.