step into your pod. quickly! close the door behind you. lock it. you never know who might have seen you climb the stairs up here, who might be following you. for this to work you must be completely alone. driving all day you felt the swirling perturbations of hope and despair flow through you, but…

i am an angel. i live in the crumbly grotto above the mission. their statue of me is missing it’s head. i taste like dry sediment. warm wiggly spirit worms rise with the heat off my back, but each night i get cold so quickly. i am here! now! breathing at the intersection of all…