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Sex in Santiago
By Tony Magistrale
Fiction

It is the middle of the afternoon, searing
hot, as is often the case throughout autumn
in downtown Santiago. In the park,
the only slice of green inside a rumbling
ocean of gray concrete rising vertically
as it tumbles out horizontally, there are many
reclining couples seeking surcease from the sun,
entwined beneath the penumbras of trees,
their humped shadows on cool grass
like pooled silhouettes of black paint.