There is a stretch of coastline in california so breathtaking they had to shut it down.
Catherine whispers, “Pristine buds, I too was tricked into thinking winter over.”
Love is a tiny chair in an empty room.
When she encounters the bathroom, it is disassembled. She smiles
bashfully, tugs at her dress.
The Scotch-taped stained-glass window. Her empty smile. The empty velvet
barstool. The overwhelming smell of
secrets.
I dreamt up Catherine, even her powder-rose chiffon lingerie.
These thumping waves. A 1960s California sunset. The world’s end.
Jesús Adam Esparza was born in Pasadena, CA. He attended New York University where he studied communications and creative writing.