When you wrote the bloodhounds and bandages into the script it was a question of refuting the silence, of torching the thread on the way out of the labyrinth They will say you are a poor excuse for a wanderer, that you're still milling about the big summer when you were twelve and the one when you were thirty-three and your lawyers will say that the whole point is to enjoy where you've been You'll spend another season falling for your captors, waiting for the storm to choose a shoulder Until then you'll have to believe that your days are good for something other than swallowing you whole – JASON ABBATE
Jason Abbate lives and writes in New York City. His work has been included in publications such as Red Rock Review, The American Journal of Poetry, Black Heart Magazine, Subprimal and pif Magazine. He is the author of Welcome to Xooxville.