The girl, Sarah, has no head. She has a television, always on, always glowing like a sun is always shining. She has pale white skin, the color of cooled oatmeal. When she walks she sways, an elephant lumbering down an African plain. She has deep brown hair that blows in the wind, and she wears a flowing dirty white tunic, a flag billowing in the breeze.
November 11, 2009