I’ve forgotten my past lives. Like a blind, black dog wandering a night highway, I’m making the best of it. Without its water, a sea is a desert. Even bad dreams can answer good questions. I never let a disaster go to waste. A river of voltage flows through me, whatever happens, happens for a reason. Each time I aim with my eyes closed, I hit the bullseye. I make it look like an accident.
Wild Gods (New Rivers Press, 2021)