my interest is limited to boy-kings.
i once thought i knew a messiah. he had everything, knew everything. but then again we all have the world. all young people do, in the sense that we're immortal until we die, that the ship's unsinkable until it does sink. it's a nice thought. it lets us do things. i know i wouldn't get up in the morning if i didn't believe it.
i told him he was dead. hollowed-out. dry. like firewood. it was true.
he didn't get it. (he got it.)
if he was dead, i was diseased. twin maladies do that to people. they make them go mad and not be able to go to sleep unless they have done what needs to be done and i should not be writing about this because there is such thing as a perilous condition. as well as perilous outcomes.
the situation is dire. i have nothing on me. no money, nothing in the box. crumbs in a pringles tin. brown water in a bottle. the word VINDICATION scribbled on a wall, between a crude drawing of st sebastian, done by arrows, and the phrase 'simon knew he would die'.
