In the late afternoon, above the town of Llanes, on the rock wall of the promenade, old men sit facing the ocean and read soft core pornography.

Charles Darwin’s great grandson
dined on frogs’ legs,
found them rotten,

Having lived together for so long that they could no longer stand the sight of one another, the couple decided that this alone was reason enough to legalize their relationship, and so they mailed off the wedding invitations.

“D. Incarnate, call me Satan,” he explained, stepping in front of me.