Bhavin Tailor
The way I always pictured ritual sacrifices
I wondered which would give in first,the old man carrying his fern or the ferncarried to the street the way I alwayspictured ritual sacrifices. Knees bent,he hunched above the curb long enoughfor the patience of gods to wear thin,taking in the uncertain abyss backing upthe storm drain and flooding the streetinches thick with muck. It …