Gandharvas Gabriel
By: Jesse S. Mitchell
In my bright new wonderful marvelous future, I imagine myself high up in the sky, the blue blue liquid blue sky. I see myself flying, floating, aloft, breathing slowly, below me the air waves like crashing blue waves of some old salty sea, above me the purple black of twilight and space and cloudless clime of heaven and me between the two. Touching nothing, all alone. I imagine it that way because my legs hurt, all this concrete makes my legs hurt and feet swell. This bus makes my bones rattle and this vinyl seat makes my skin crawl. I imagine my future bright and comfortable. (more…)
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