Excerpt From Stream of Consciousness Writing Inspired By Sandra Cisneros
Fat children walk alongside their fat parents on aging sidewalks and God is good. They carry bags, bags of plush bath rugs and limited edition this or that. I have never noticed my feet feeling particularly cold on the bathroom tile, but I have a bath rug. Bags of snacks or knick knacks to place on shelves or tables. Things to hang on the wall. Things to make the day brighter and time go by slower. Things to freeze time; things to hog tie time while it fights and fights. Frames featuring things, illuminated by directional light bulbs. Electricity and air conditioners and fuel efficient hybrid cars, but combustion engines are strong. Jesus loves me, people say. He makes sure our unleaded fuel, made up of 10% ethanol, explodes correctly. I hear it will be 15% ethanol soon. Someone doesn’t like that. Political groups and agendas and money and dirty looks down corridors of people wearing suits. God is good and there are men in suits and in ties and they curl their sharp tongues into strange shapes to sell me things.
