such glorious specimens

Such Glorious Specimens

Detonating your soul isn’t a beginner’s party trick

to persuade the general he had no choice but to face his inquisitors.

A medium-sized mammal I cannot identify lollops out of the scrub and

the window is wide open, and you climb out onto the fire escape.

We decided to make a detour in search of the crash site.

It was a lozenge-shaped hole in reality, but not a black void.

The answers were maddeningly absent—it was like trying to remember a song that

was also a history of her people, a sort of Bayeux Tapestry that bound myth

stung by sudden, itchy laughter that soon became hysterics:

If I don’t get some answers soon, I think you can tie me up and put me down

not as raiser of the dead, a healer of leprosy, or a walker on the water, but as a

group, weaving their way through the disgruntled clots of delayed passengers,

holding a handful of the little papers she makes into collages after we're asleep.