September 16, 2021
Smelled Like Fish
That first priest sounded Dutch. Vanderwaal. Vandekamp. Something like that. Interviewed Preston in khaki shorts and hippie sandals. Gnarly yellow toenails on display. Old old old. Father Van Something-Something. Are you Catholic? Yes, sir. My whole life.
First week on the job, Preston agrees to let Father Hickens take a walk. Hey, Chief, the old man says. Give us a hand with this thing,
September 15, 2021
Using the aether they got from the oldest, they go into a dungeon where they meet some other people (the previous oldest splits, and now the one who was the middle cousin becomes the oldest), including a character that stays with them for a while (a guy looking like Van Gogh), and, outside, the girls that the protagonist sees as mermaids – the younger points out: lesbian mermaids – mermaids of funk.
September 14, 2021
How was he related to her?
He was a third cousin, once removed, of her neighbor. The neighbor and the cousin saw the other at the lake each summer, until the neighbor was twelve and the cousin was eleven. They saw each other less frequently, now. They talked for twelve minutes at his niece’s wedding, they talked for twenty-eight minutes on the phone, after an insignificant surgery made one of them nostalgic.
September 13, 2021
I turned and that night I ate the moon in full, it cut my throat as I swallowed it whole. I remember that my eyes swelled with a golden syrup, a honey; a nectar that was pulled from the chords of the stars as they made shapes of music when the lunar belly fell into my belly and it was like tears–but they were not. Tears come with sadness or joy and nothing was like being pregnant with the sky.