[[[Come with me to the pow-wow tonight: we will make toasts with neon shots of jello in the Medicine Wheel circle. we will speak in tongues & 0’s & 1’s. the mixed hues of our skins, the mixed geometries of our bodies, the mixed dilations of our pupils come together & nod in council that we should take more time caring for our horses for they will never let us down.]]]
On my way to the gaudy theme park, alone in the streetcar I remembered how I left my mother without reason, the aftertaste of emptiness that comes when leaving on impulse with instant regret lingered inside me; my ego was miles ahead.
Yet I remember looking through the window, looking into a forest where bright hammocks hung on trees abundantly-- canopies filled with hard-covered books. No people in sight, the books reined the woods, hanging still like sloths waiting to be pried into. I remember thinking that was enough to bring flavor back to my throat.