Cornered and bewildered by the harsh light he stops momentarily to assess his predicament. Wriggling in the mildewed corner where two columns of neatly stacked concrete blocks meet in the wall that configures my cell is a German cockroach. His slender conical shape is stymied by the lack of crevices in which to advance...
Al,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for recommending my piece. The title, as some Greatful Dead-heads may recognize is from a song they released eons ago on their album, Wake of the Flood. It has a slow repetitive chorus that just got into my head and I thought it was perfect for this piece.