I nearly stood up and shouted as the blade descended your esophagus, but you were as calm as a murderer. When you have been away as long as I have, it's hard to watch something like that. My heart thumped with each thrust by the presenter who pushed old sheets of metal into the box where you laid impossibly contorted. It was love, the deep kind. But then that buffoon wearing the Budweiser t-shirt said something disrespectful. I had come from a place where people spoke in a language dense with profanity, but I have hard time letting things go... You may have seen a commotion at that moment, as his friends rose to the occasion, but with a few words I convinced them to take it to the boardwalk. Out in the sun, I stared at them, but in the glints of light, I remembered your eyes, intense and brown, as you swallowed steel.
