Later, dead, we excavated a context for this unexpected losing of an earth.
God said she’d tried to warn us, but we’d put her into voicemail. This was, of course, quite true.
We rode in smoking cars, gluttonous for speed and sealed individualized micro- environments. Geologies vaporized for us in stunning light shows. Headsets drowned out the screaming.
Later, we could admit that there was never really any snake, saying Eat this tree. Go on. Eat them all.