standing on a beach with a nun wearing all white. she tells me that the woman out in the waves has been crying for me the whole time. i can see myself in a hospital bed, head wrapped, faced bloodied and beaten, drugged and in a coma. i’m embarrassed that she has seen me in […]
Tag: feed
outside at a picnic table. my sister and my mom are there. we’re making food to feed the village and also working out a plan to feed them all the fastest. we know that if we do not have a plan to feed everyone in a short amount of time that the man will get […]
in a house, staring out the window at the most beautiful trees i have ever seen. fire trees. they look like living menorahs (with 5 flames instead of 7). each flame, a huge orange-to-yellow leaf standing on end and glowing in the setting sun. i ask john how he could ever live anywhere else, this […]
