Trigger Warning
Stand in the condemning rays of your porch light, barefoot and shirtless.
Let the summer horseflies nip at your ears and neck and back because the biting lets you know that within the miles of green desolation, something is aware of your presence.
Shut your eyes tight, as tight as you can, hold your breath until your brain is banging on your skull to be heard.
Wrap your arms around your naked torso until you are contained within a cocoon of your own skin.
Hold yourself closer.
Closer.
Beg the god screwed into the canopy above your head for forgiveness, wonder what’s listening.
Maybe the bugs swarming around your eyelids are angels, maybe they’ll send the message.