Odyssey
Written March 11, 2015
i lost a toenail in Philadelphia long after i lost my mind, scattered in cities and towns up and down the Northeast. calculated and reckless risks of life and death of mind and body of— i was very good at counting. i was very good at masking a reality that of course was all in my head that of course mattered, quite a bit, really. there is a subset of women and men, both little and small (some not at all), running along the river Styx just one misstep away from crossing it. (they run out of sight, out of mind, out of your mind, you pay them no mind.)