walking for 1,000 miles, in 4 seconds. pavement turns to hot sand and the bull’s skeleton hangs around me in invisible trees. take a break. lying down now, on my side with the gold sand surrounding me.
and then a hand, appearing lovingly, tricking me. what a beautiful hand. is it you? a silent yes slips from your sweet lips and you pull me in closer. come back with me. you say no, you promise you’ll never come back with me.
running now, barefoot. hot sand smoothing calluses that have grown for two decades. the bull’s skull hangs in a mysterious oak. i start to scream, but a muted melody is all that comes out.