After Demarest
The great warehouse doors open. I am filled with gratitude. – Rumi
Encounter
A bulky man, spiffy in a tailored leather jacket, points to a juicy cylinder. “Why’s that look like that?” he asks, almost accusingly. I reach for the vase and turn it sideways, showing how three scallop shells supported it during the fire-trial. I keep details of its gestation on a short leash, knowing one of the best ways to rupture someone’s attraction to
