Postcards: Pregnant in Albuquerque

Midnight,
Jake and I staggered back to our B&B,
beckoned by the long shadow of a single candle.
Thirsty,
content,
in love,
We slept in a garret patterned with Victorian wallpaper;
sad stars transparent through white curtains.
We fell asleep on a dead women’s twin bed, the three of us.
WanderlustBIO: Nancy Garcia
My writing seeks to articulate the gravity of in-between places, moments lost in translation. My publications have been few and far between, but have been featured at Grist Journal, The Acentos Review, and Shepherd University’s Anthology of Appalachian Writers.

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