something happened on a vision quest
WHERE I roam the red kitchen floor. Yellow squares hold me. I hear Mammy's voice up above, always. Her knife, chop, chop cutting apples, glides through the pastry falling, falling from the rim of the bowl. Falling from the rim of the bowl. A log snaps, in confusion of ash. Mammy and Nan's murmers,... Sign in to see full entry.