I felt it once
by KATE GREENSTREET
900 words and every photograph preceded by a warning.
You’ve forgotten, I think, but I was guided by your dream.
It has something to do with my father, sure. I understand the desire.
The wavy glass in the door—it all started so long ago.
I understand the willingness. The keys in the ignition. Secret things
that belong to God.
We used to wonder how old we’d be in heaven. I understand the trance.
Recording angels. The ones that read our deeds.