1984: There’s a landfill in our living roomMother and Maria’s world feels like sparkles down spines, Christmas is every day in their nidus of love1994: He handed her to me, its weight would come in wavesMaria’s last day of school. As she arrives home, at the top stairs, waiting, are two bare feet. A tall odd man, a stranger who has a familiar scent of trauma, a childhood pai...