If it were up to me, the bible would begin: A man steps into a field... I'd forgotten what was in the background when you took the photo of me I wouldn't see until later. When I did, it was just a wall, and my smile was a mouthful of rocks. A little after it was clicked off the T.V. screen's light condensed down a drain. Even when the television had become an aquarium full of black water that last bright dot burned in my eye. On the back of my photo you wrote, This isn't you, and you were right, it no longer was.
Elegy in X Parts [My foreshadow stretches]
My foreshadow stretches out in front of me. We stand on the soles of each other's feet. I am a field and there's a man standing in the middle of me saying, God is the sky pinning me to my body. I am a man and there is a field under me saying, A dead man makes love to the earth by just lying there.