By Alex Z. Salinas
It’s 9:27 a.m. and Larry Rios decides with a scorned lover’s swiftness that 9:27 a.m. is the most perilous of timestamps—because ten minutes after 9:27 a.m. it’s 9:37 a.m., which means it’s three minutes from 9:40 a.m. and 9:40 a.m. is only twenty minutes (or one-third of an hour) away from 10 a.m., and by 10 a.m. it’s one hour until 11 a.m.—so-called late morning, subsisting only for one hour, sixty minutes, 3,600 seconds—and then bam! Morning’s donezo, baby. See ya mañana. The birds’ll keep chirping, sure, but the chirping’ll hit differently. Larry consults his watch: 9:30 a.m.
Bio: Alex Z. Salinas lives in San Antonio, Texas. He is the author of two full-length poetry collections from Hekate Publishing: WARBLES (2019) and DREAMT, or The Lingering Phantoms of Equinox (2020). His poems, short fiction and essays have appeared in various print and electronic publications. He holds an M.A. in English Literature and Language from St. Mary’s University.