Letter from The Desert: Golem

What’s that the parking lot roadrunner has in its beak? A five-inch lizard, a desert iguana from the looks of it, tail and legs hanging from the graceful, limp curve of its cadaverous body. The bird carries itself like a dinosaur, like a preening hipster. Look at this locally sourced food I just scored.

Agape at the wheel of my truck, I cannot take my …