One Hundred Years of Solitude

Babilonia as he was lifting up
the tiles to get into the
bathroom where Meme was
waiting for him, naked and
trembling with love among
the scorpions and butterflies
as she had done almost every
night for the past few months.
A bullet lodged in his spinal
column reduced him to his
bed for the rest of his life. He
died of old age in solitude,
without a moan, without a
protest, without a single