We had about two minutes until we needed to head back for the expected encore and I needed to vent.
“Can’t we just turn on the lights?” a tiny voice whimpered in the dark.
Nothing seems real.
Hunching over the inside of a burned out boxcar, I sift through my finds.
She came into this world knowing everything.
When I was young, the world exploded with miracles.
I hear the reporter’s lifeless voice echoing in my head, “Sky-rocketing levels of toxins have been reported in the area.”