She called every Holocaust Memorial in New England to ask if they would sell her a Jude patch. They all thanked her for her enthusiasm and respectfully declined.
When God kills, he kills to erase. When you judge him, it’s a crisis of faith. He drops his bombs and closes his eyes. He plugs his ears to drown the cries.
mountains blaze, trees candled into brief avatar explode as we breathe an invisible future’s scent yet watch hope’s green grass grown thick as morning once again
The president called and ordered Greenland. As usual there was a bad connection on Maui, so I thought he said Foodland and picked up a dozen eggs. I texted a pic to the prez who exploded in anger.
A lumpy couch squatted in one of the corners. Someone had tossed a thin blanket and a pillow on top of it. Otherwise, the living room was devoid of furniture. Darlene pointed towards the couch. “You three can fight over who gets to sleep there. Otherwise, the floor is available. I’m off to bed.”
The flight from Seattle to Paris was in autumn but we were exhausted, broke and travel weary, seeking the shelter of our makeshift English base, not the euphoria of Paris. We could be turned back or detained and deported.
Life is not the absence of decay, but its recursive integration—always bordering on its own putrefaction. Endling is alien not because it is unintelligible, but because it resists anthropocentric domestication.
