Buffalo
When she found me, I was in the woods. She was starving, I was like a wild animal. My mind was a tornado. Life was like a Van Morrison song.
By the water I was exhausted and slow. She came up behind me and put her knife in my ear. When she whispered I could feel it in my coccyx. She told me how she would kill me, how she would eat my heart.
You can't kill me on the sabbath, I said, there are rules.
There are rules, and exceptions to rules, and there is my knife in your brain, she said to me.
Give me three days, I said. Her breath makes my neck wet. Three days and then I'll come back to this spot, right here.
She throws me to the ground and straddles my back. Her knife tears my ear from my head and the blood runs down my cheeks and into my mouth. The blood tastes like metal. The blood tastes like strawberry jam. The blood stains my teeth. The blood smells of paint.
Three days, she said.
