She just makes more hits. Another bop. Commercials. She stars in a movie with Johnny Depp. There is a flirtation. There are rumors. She takes a hiatus from music after a throat condition. She buys a farm in San Antonio with white horses & her husband. Johnny calls her at 12:47 a.m. every night. She twists a phone cord around her finger. There is giggling. There is a day that Johnny stops calling. Selena tries to distract herself. Selena looks at her sleeping husband & sees a good man. In the evenings they look each other in the eye & one says “Pizza?” & the other says “Pizza!” There are days & days of pizza. Five months go by & still no word from Johnny. Selena cuts her hair on impulse. The locks drop to the bathroom floor, a small, dark, sleeping creature. Selena thinks about selling it but there is freedom in what you decide to throw away. Selena doesn’t return her agent’s calls. She is heartbroken but can’t tell anyone about it. Selena eyes a man at the gas station & one night when her husband is out she invites him over & they fuck in the horse stable. She feels very alive. Her husband comes home & she confesses. He hits her. No. Her husband comes home & she confesses & he thinks about hitting her but the white horses interrupt; they buck & they neigh & they demand to be looked at. No, her husband comes home & she says nothing at all & he kisses her good night. I love you. I love you, too. No, her husband doesn’t come back at all. He climbs into his car & the car evaporates. Poof. Good-gone. Selena’s belly grows rounder & the days stay the same because she is in a sunny place. Her baby comes. She names her Flor because she’s always