Patience

Who told you that you were naked?

Nine Nine Nine (1948) by Leonora Carrington

In my hometown we sit outside in the late August air and drink red wine then white wine then water, backwards-Jesus style, eating tiny fish without loaves, deconstructing top dog energy and queen bee vibes and telling the sky not to fall yet.

“I have a story but I’ll keep it short,” my friend says.    

“I have no…