PORTRAIT OF A FLORIST IN THE DESERT IN PARTS by Dylan Smith
1 My van broke down on a mountain north of Marfa, so I had it towed back to Santa Fe where a mechanic named Ever repairs transmissions. I talk to Ever every day. Every time Ever answers I have to explain to him it’s me—the kid with the tagged-up van. My sister lives with an unemployed florist in this complex in the desert. The florist offered to pick me up from Ever’s; to drive me ever deeper into this desert to visit with my sister. What a guy. In my portrait of the florist, he will be sitting at my…