The Iliac Crest

We say, for example, that when I met Amparo Dávila, I felt desire.

When I remembered that she was right in front of me, whole and wet, shaking in the cold, I already knew everything about her. And I suppose this was the third reason I opened the door and, without completely letting go of the doorknob, invited her in.

And that was, I would like to believe, the second reason I let her in: the expansive power of her gaze.

Her eyes were enormous, so vast that they caused the world to expand around them, as if they were mirrors.

Perhaps that’s why I opened the door and let her in: boredom.