For Dad From the very first bedtime stories to our daily chats thank you for a lifetime of stories
THE LAST CUENTISTA
1 LITA TOSSES ANOTHER PIÑON LOG ONTO THE FIRE Sweet smoke drifts past us into the starry sky Her knees crack as she sits back down on the blanket next to me The cup of hot chocolate with cinnamon she’s made me sits untouched this time I have something I want you to take with you on your trip Petra Lita reaches into her sweater pocket Since I won’t be there for your thirteenth birthday She holds out a silver
