The Cracker Comes Around the Corner

"Is there no place for me in this world where I can be free of this terrible sense of others? She reaches in now and offers her hand and I climb onto it and I tremble," he writes. "I say, you have yearned for wholeness too and somehow I failed you." And then the cracker comes around the corner. He wears only his rattlesnake boots. We keep our sexual parts hidden, we parrot, and this man is a pitiful sight.