thank you for convincing me to forget what i had read in convenience to what you told me. now if you can just manipulate gravity, you can learn how to fly. reach for the jet stream in the sky and burn your hands.

snowflakes, skin. charred now, and falling like ash. i see you have an incinerator with fragments of bone inside. they’re yellowed like old library books, and it smells like a catering truck inside.

is this the thousand-dollar-a-plate benefit dinner?