One Hundred Years of Solitude

alone on the deserted fields
behind the garage he pulled
her mercilessly into an animal
state that left her exhausted. It
took her time to realize that it
was also a form of tenderness
and it was then that she lost
her calm and lived only for
him, upset by the desire to
sink into his stupefying odor
of grease washed off by lye.
A short time before the death
of Amaranta she suddenly
stumbled into in open space