El Amor Al Margen Now

They met on a bridge that crossed a river that no one looked at anymore. The water was gray. The sky was gray. But the graffiti on the bridge’s railing was a violent, beautiful orange.

He was annotating a galley proof with a red pen. She was transcribing a deleted tweet about a man who missed the way his ex-wife burned toast. El amor al margen

“Show me,” she whispered. They began a relationship that existed entirely in the negative space. They met on a bridge that crossed a

The love al margen.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he said, without looking up. ” he said