Over Mesquite
by Jamie Brown Isn’t my heartdone when it’s al dente?Use the fork to flip iton the grillspitting and hissing as red dropsbrown, blacken, smokeand burn, turnred again, yellowagainst gray charcoaldust; but it’s howthey like itblack-and-blueraw and bloody insidecharred crisp outside. Jamie Brown has been a homemaker, an electrician, handyman, short-order…