October 18th, 2017, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico: The ancient beggar woman slumps on a doorstep in a flowered cotton dress and apron, her eyes on the ground and her frail hand cupped in

My laugh echoes all over the room like a rubber pancake, bouncing amid empty hangers in a closet that is lop-sided between gone and still here. My throat gets away from me like an earthworm in a light