It is raining (though barely). The temperature is a cool and steady sixty-one degrees. It is early morning in a Chicago suburb. Birds chirp without enthusiasm. Cars pass without acknowledging one another. Life is off to an indifferent start on this musty, Monday mornin...
A decade ago I lived in El Paso,
and I slept on a partially-deflated air mattress
in a small hot apartment next to my first wife
and her disassociation from me.
I was a young soldier, busy and dutiful.
A baby and...