Sous Rature



Todd Colby



Where is that part where I leapt onto the horse and the horse turned into a moth and I crushed the moth because of my weight? Where is that part where I walked into a room and the floorboards snapped and I fell to the floor beneath me? Where is that part where I opened my mouth so wide that giant manufacturers rushed into the house in order to ask if I was leasing space there? Where is that part where some gasoline was poured into a glass and these little bugs all skimmed along the surface while I flicked matches at them? Where is that part about air and breath and night and the wet days leading into these? Oh where is the part where I run into the ocean forgetful of everything but the solemn charge of endings?