After three days in the desert I asked the dream owl. It wasn’t a question so much as it was a prayer, so much as it was a song.
How long does our love have to wander searching for water. How lonely do we have to get before we realize we’ve never been alone?
It was high noon and owl answered me in the middle of the casino. In front of everyone its black shadow glittered upon me. It tore me open and I sang an aria of bloody grief. The slot machines cried out in unison and everybody won, even the losers. Especially the losers. They were the only ones who knew.