This morning there’s stardust floating on my coffee. An ancient asteroid belt suckling the heat of my black cup. Circling on a film that projects my memory to when I was much older.
I lived in an old folks home and I had a magic addiction. Anything to do with magic I would buy, grind into a fine powder and eat. Sometimes, if I didn’t have my grinder. I would eat whatever trick it was with a knife and fork. The effects were always immediate. I would disappear or levitate. Other times I would fly away like a dove or shimmer like a lake of jewels. It was a delightful experience until one day I turned into a black hat from which nothing could be pulled out of, not even myself.
I remember praying to the light, to deliver me from the darkness. After that it gets kinda foggy. There was nothing but a rolling silence and then a pulsating red glow. For a time I seemed to be a kind of firework flower. Slowly blooming out and around myself until I was born again into the light. My mother held me to her breast and began to sing.