LISA ZARAN
Negotiating When I left the party where I drank too much wine and ate too many stuffed scones it was early morning. The sunlight was a slap across my face and I felt very humble. I had a hard time driving home because I couldn't tell east from west, only the sun rising in a bright fireball of wordless gesturing. Every street had a foreign name. When I got to the highway I realized I was in a different part of town. The body is essentially just essence and can easily be put in motion by a couple shots of whiskey and a smooth talking musician with black hair and tattoos. Driving through the morning mist, damaged guts and broken heart, I must have passed forty seven churches. A god hiding in every one. |

