“Shattered glass falls across our shoulders. We go on. The TV cameras play over our scabby faces. We blink in the spotlights. We approach the announcer. He says, ‘Can you make a statement to the nation? All the world has awaited your arrival. What can you say this evening about this tremendous turnout?’ Tracy and Ludovic hold onto my scarred wrists as I lean over to speak. My long black hair falls across my mother-of-pearl eyes and my beaked noise. I say, in my squeaky voice, ‘I promised my fans we’d come. And we are here. On with the show!’”
—Dallas Wiebe, from “Omega I”
Art Credit Federico Hurtado
