I’m still writing very slowly these days, but I’ve written four poems based on (in tribute to? because of? in spite of?) Almoóvar’s All About My Mother: “Second Esteban,” “Barcelona,” “The Field,” and “Rosa.”

Suddenly, I’m speaking a lot of Spanish in my poems, and I’m frequently using the word “tetas” (tits) and “caballo” (slang for heroin).

I’m writing more cautiously now, too. I think it’s because I’m not sure where I’m going or what’s even going to come out.