Picture an emergency room, she told me, a smattering of students surrounding us. There are patients that are having heart attacks. And then thereβs one with the flu. The flu can get worse, I thought, alone. But I nodded and she continued. So I wandered through the halls for forty years and eventually found my divine interpretations bugs in my skin fluttered brittle fingers I held the verses close to my chest (and the whole mountain shuddered) Salvation tastes dry