- That day when my father saw me levitate, he was furious.
- He said: “Sir, how is this?”
- And I said, “Sir, I do not know, I do not know, I do not know.”
- I looked in those eyes glaring up at me in shame and sheer terror.
- “I have seen this before!” he cried.
- My mother. My mother the levitator. What a beautiful life…
- I looked for the words to comfort him, some words he might understand.
- I spoke my mother’s name.
- My father shook.
- She was a women of thirty-three when she floated up.
- We watched her change from local beauty to strange, small shape to speck of cloud.
- The entire family was surprised.
- I mean, she was only thirty-three.
- I remember her dark hair blowing in the cold, blue sky.
- My father trembled. I rose higher still.
- She had skin like chrysanthemum petals.
- My father screamed, “There’s nothing to breathe where you’re headed!”
- She wore a forest-green dress with white bandages all over it.
- I didn’t care much about the lack of oxygen.
- There was some euphoria there instead.
floating
Buoyancy
Floating down The River of Darkness Floating down The River of Night Floating down The River of Nothing Got a feeling Something ain’t right Floating down The River of Sorrow Floating down The River Gone Black Floating down The River of Goodbyes Don’t know when I’ll be floating back
Jason Preu 