WHAT I REMEMBER OF UVALDE IS THEIR DEBATE TEAM,A GIRL WITH A SNAKESKIN BRIEFCASE.
THE NAME, AJEWEL IN THE MOUTH, LIKE OTHERS—GUADALUPE, BANDERA—REDOLENT OF SKY, SPACE, HEAT, THE SENSE OF A JOURNEY, ROADS TURNING AND TURNING.
WHAT I SAW WHEN I LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW OF THE CARWAS AN EXAMPLE, IN LANDSCAPE FORM, OF ALL I COULD DO AND BE.
I RARELY THOUGHT ABOUT MY PARENTS’ GUN, ZIPPED IN ITS HOLSTER,INVARIABLY LOCKED IN A GLOVEBOX.
SOMETIMES, WHEN I WAS SCARED AT NIGHT, LISTENING TO WIND OR COYOTES,I CONSIDERED ITS USELESSNESS.
OTHER PEOPLE KEPT THEIR GUNS CLOSE AT HAND, OR HUNTED.WE ATE THEIR VENISON IN HUNTING SEASON.
GUNS WERE FAR FROM MY MIND WHEN I DECIDED TO COME BACK,PREGNANT WITH YOU, AFTER YEARS LIVING ON EITHER COAST.
PEOPLE WOULD SAY TEXAS?…