Reasserting Power

"...There there now, Nothing. Stop your sniveling. Stop sifting dirt through your fingers into your glass of milk, A milk still white as stone; whiter even. Why don’t you finish it? We’d better be getting on our way soon, sweet Nothing. I’ll buy you something pretty from the store. I’ll let you wear the flower in your hair even though you can only vanish entirely underneath its brown, implacable petals..." -from At the Grave of My Guardian Angel: St. Louis Cemetery, New Orleans by Lary Levis