Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

  I see her in flashes everywhere I go.  Ulises Vargas  May 10, 2026.  I see her in flashes everywhere I go.  I’m taunted by the sight of someone I can’t love,  and who I want to love so badly.  Will everyone have a lover one day?  Who will their lovers be?  Why am I not their lover? Why are they not mine?  Everyone can be lovable,  but not all at once.  In a million people,  my lover is fragmented  into bits I find in scattered people,  hoping to piece together and find  the lover who’s meant to be mine.  She’s split and she’s fractured in off smiles and in half-humor; in red-herrings and faint hints.  Dust flings and dust gravitates, forming, eventually, a lover,  who is in a million— flung with millions of borrowed parts— to love as one Frankenstein.  Her fracture is whole and well.  Her nature is good and tall.  Borrowed from a million loves I’ve had,  her perfection na...