Plain woman bald from chemo staring like the psycho in Taxi. You talkin’ to me? She wields it with power; knows you don’t know where to look; perceives your fear. The possum’s naked face in the car headlights rattles me.
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Sweat so thick it feels like warm, copious saliva; like I’ve been swallowed by a large, hungry God or like I am swimming in some birth canal.
The 2:30 a.m. picture window view of lightning rippling like northern lights looks like a florescent bulb going bad. I think I see a tiny sign between the flashes. It looks like the one Harry Haller* saw. I haven’t thought of this in 40 years. Why the connection now? Tonight at the Magic Theater for [...]
