I’m not really sure where the idea began, the idea that I had
when I was looking at them looking at each other, but it came, it hit
me in my forehead like a gunshot between my eyes (and you might not
know this but my imagination is real active, so when I finally got to
the bathroom I saw myself, smiling in the mirror my lips like snake
scales cause it was getting chilly out, and I was smiling in the mirror
and there was this blood dripping down from right above my nose, and it
was falling and dripping into the sink until I blinked it away.) But I
think that’s how the idea got into my head, I think God shot it in
between my eyes and told me what I had to do. And I did it, I sort of
fell off the face of the earth, buried myself in her core to get closer
to my God, but really I just hopped on a few trains until I made it as
far south as I could in the states, and I kept going on foot and by boat
cause that was easier, I kept going until I found a faraway coast
somewhere in Brazil and I didn’t speak—you know I played mute—until I was
able to learn what I needed to learn of their Portuguese and I got a job
and I had a good life; and that’s all I thought about; and looking at
myself in the mirror with imagined blood dripping down my face I was not
even a little scared of that future.