December 20, 2014

This is a nonfiction account of a relay race to the light.
I don’t claim to be properly cross-referenced beyond the self-indulgence or noble aspirations but I have a good feeling I’m on the right track.
I am still very much unfolding from a memory of ransacked truths.
Openly human.
Stunt water.
I can fit any word into my mouth and speak it clearly.
At some point I have eaten most of them.