What I liked best was how you couldn’t tell if it was an homage or parody, but it didn’t matter. I think. For a while I was in the stairwell having a good cry with God. Does one escape one’s life by creating another and living there? There’s a difference between fun and insane, like when you’re home alone and call the police because it feels like your eyeballs are about to explode. Night escapes like a wet tiger, a bathtub is filled with lightbulbs. I’ve had pain in my tongue. I’ve stitched a pretty dress made of licorice. I’ve walked through the garden of misery. The trees spoke Spanish and their bark tasted like aspirin. I met a sensational horse named Jalapeño. [End Page 26]
Jason Bredle lives in Chicago. He is a recipient of a grant from the Illinois Arts Council, and his fourth book, Carnival, was selected as an Editor’s Choice for the Akron Series in Poetry and published by the University of Akron Press.