
Just let me crawl back inside the nautilus and hide from sky, from more funerals. There against its pearled lip my own wounds are barely visible.

From Venus & the Radio, 8.8.19 at Timucua in Orlando, FL.

From Venus & the Radio, 8.8.19 at Timucua in Orlando, FL.

The rumor is there’s a bomb shelter beneath our little town.

They had changed enormously in the time I’d been gone. They’d endured an enormous loss without me. They had mourned without me. They had come together to heal – memorials, tributes, fundraisers, vigils, community service drives – all without me.