Sojourn

The sign read: Gonorrhoea Biddy Broth Made Naturally.

We didn’t know what that meant. Fascination.

We checked dictionaries, schoolbooks, online encyclopedias. Nothing.

We were the idle ancestors of immoralities.

We had ambient sounds doing our bidding. We snaked and weaved to the tinny bleats.

The presumption was one of mutton minds made accessible. 

We weren’t certain of much, but we were certainly cretins.

A whiskey and a fleshpot nativity manger in fairy lights.

Spinal fluid effluvia whorls in oil.

There were grunts and effete adieus.

We had to content ourselves with the great mysteries of life and the petrochemical smell.

What I’m Reading:

If George W. Bush helped invent the concept of ‘homeland security’ in order to ‘fight the terrorists over there’ rather than here, Trump seeks to bring the war to ‘OUR hemisphere’. From Caracas to Minneapolis, legal authority and institutional power are being redirected toward an overriding end: governing populations as subjects rather than citizens.

— Nikhil Pal Singh / “Homeland Empire” / Equator