FALCON RIPS ORION FROM THE SKY ASHLEY INGUANTA 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 37
At school I wore my warrior house-paint tattoos. On a day I painted the lines extra thick, the new kid Eric sat next to me in English class. I liked his T-shirt, bow tie and acid-wash jeans pinned on the seams with cufflinks. He tapped his pencil, passed me a note. It said you are the most fierce creature I have ever seen. After school we stayed out late and watched the falcons swoop in the blue-black desert sky. I pointed to the one I knew would kill first. And when it did, Eric said teach me how to feel the world’s strings.