it is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour 

and kneads the dough in the same container 



I cut myself a two-foot switch from some tropical hardwood nearby. 

and the sounds of a carnival drifted miraculously 

through the air from a thousand miles away. 

the monkeys jumped from tree to tree. 

it sent a deathly chill through me 

in bolivia 



wildcats I had never seen claimed places in my room. 

animal noises rang through the thick brush like voices from the tomb. 

I saw the freshly polished chrome 

gleaming in the mid-day sun. 

and I knew that you were coming home 

to bolivia. 



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