March 22, 2017.
This morning I was running in the woods and listening to Radiolab. You should listen to the episode too.
Ode to onions
there are too many feelings that escape my words, like the way i feel when i run through the woods, like a person with super powers of speed and senses, startling the deer and pheasants as I zip through their feeding zone. like the way i feel when i listen to a mother’s grief like a voyeur; she can’t cut onions without remembering her son’s death, left as he was pinned under a cop’s car bleeding into a garden full of onion shoots waving green.