She said I’ve been thinking about people in coats with big buckles. Big red coats that are faded, and they are all praying in mud. There are horses nearby sometimes. She said everyone there is wearing blindfolds. She said everyone has kerchiefs tied around their faces. I said maybe they have colds. She said maybe they are bandits. And, making a gun with her fingers, took aim somewhere around my face.
sasha fletcher is an mfa candidate in poetry at columbia university. he used to live in philadelphia.