Okay, okay yes—I am far away now. It is almost like, I am nowhere at all. My hands move, my body-mind produces images and my little fingers tap tap tap and my mouth mouths. La dee dah. It is like. A song we have been listening to for our entire lives. We know all the words but have never thought about the message. We just sing. See? We are connected. Without these words we don’t exist. Or we do but it doesn’t feel like it. Which is the scariest thing. It is like when we embrace in my bedroom and I forget about space-time. Or it is like that but not in a good way. It is the real stuff, the bad stuff, the mystery meat. La. Some days are just days and some days are fateful. Like the time we rode in your truck and that song came on. There was a moment unlike any previous ones in which a portal opened up in the sky and I felt compelled to say, what do these words even mean, and we thought about it together and saw a metaphor laid out in soupy rainbow letters on the horizon line. We separated ourselves from it, and then from our susceptible bodies, and in walking away from our living became finally, really, alive. Reality check. This all happened while driving down the highway. What is this I hear? Bird song. What did you say? Don’t listen. Mouth these words, this is who I am. Let me hear you say it, this is who I am. That’s right, good. Tap tap tap. La. There is no other world, only this one.
Excerpt from short story 'STOP ANIMAL ABUSE'
Excerpt from short story 'STOP ANIMAL ABUSE'
Excerpt from short story 'STOP ANIMAL ABUSE'
Okay, okay yes—I am far away now. It is almost like, I am nowhere at all. My hands move, my body-mind produces images and my little fingers tap tap tap and my mouth mouths. La dee dah. It is like. A song we have been listening to for our entire lives. We know all the words but have never thought about the message. We just sing. See? We are connected. Without these words we don’t exist. Or we do but it doesn’t feel like it. Which is the scariest thing. It is like when we embrace in my bedroom and I forget about space-time. Or it is like that but not in a good way. It is the real stuff, the bad stuff, the mystery meat. La. Some days are just days and some days are fateful. Like the time we rode in your truck and that song came on. There was a moment unlike any previous ones in which a portal opened up in the sky and I felt compelled to say, what do these words even mean, and we thought about it together and saw a metaphor laid out in soupy rainbow letters on the horizon line. We separated ourselves from it, and then from our susceptible bodies, and in walking away from our living became finally, really, alive. Reality check. This all happened while driving down the highway. What is this I hear? Bird song. What did you say? Don’t listen. Mouth these words, this is who I am. Let me hear you say it, this is who I am. That’s right, good. Tap tap tap. La. There is no other world, only this one.