After

It was after he sent me away that I started to cry. The tears made the room glare by scrubbing it until the all the dirty corners and the black lines disappeared and what was left was an intense yellow glow that settled over my brain like a net lined with hooks to dig into the sides of my scalp and make them burn fiercely, as fiercely as my cheeks and the rim of my nose. So I wet my fingertips the way the Jews do when they pass the decanter around the Sabbath table and I ran.