Fissure

Sometimes I feel like this suffocating media saturated culture needs more of a purging than it needs redeeming. Perhaps that’s what redeeming is: a cut, a death, a rebirth.

We live in the smothering land. It is hot and burns with heaving waters of lust. On the lathering-warm nights some of us “slit a slave’s belly open like a sack” and dabble our “feet i…