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EATING SAND
Brian Taylor reads: Download Susie is showering, losing her dreamsin a cloud-chamber of swirling steam where clustered particles collide and leave brief scratches of fractured light, where barely legible space and time fold and fold along dotted lines. The battering warm waterfall parts on the face of a child, a girl who has fallen into the sand and cries with sand in her hair, sand in her eyes, sand in her mouth. As Susie showers, drummed on by memory's gritty tears, she reaches Once Upon a Time, her outstretched arms festooned with steam, the steam that was before breath was there, and clenching her fists she crushes thin air to dust and mud and the glassy bits that are the stars. There is some pain one cannot live alone, so Susie stoops to join the child and comfort her. She lifts to her own mouth the lump of sand. Together they eat, the glistening woman and the little girl. With bleeding teeth they learn how we all at last eat death.
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