Well. Not now.
It's over already. Who we thought we were. What a horrendous thing that was. All those
names. This thing that passed over us, like a spirit, or ghost. The memory of all of those
characters: King Arthur, Bart Simpson, Raquel Welch.
Leaves pulled away from the canopy.
Overhead is the sky; watching us watch it.
Kill your name; burn it out.
We have new ones prepared in the hat for the drawing.