#1 BOYFRIEND IN A COMA

By J.J. Colagrande

Yo, I’m not dead. It feels like death, I guess. I mean, whatevs–how do you know? I certainly don’t feel alive. I think I’m waiting for my death. Or, maybe I’m dreaming. This must be a dream. I’m shackled. My hands are literally in chains, attached to a tree branch. And Emancipator’s “Anthem” is playing in the distance. This is really weird. Let me explain what I remember. My kids from Hurricane Clout dropped me off at a supermarket; we were in Chicago, not New York. I was on my way inside and… this didn’t make any sense, but I saw Barack Obama. The president was sitting down on the floor outside of the┬ásupermarket. Nearby a boy, a little black boy, played with jacks. I looked at Barack and told him he should get up cause he didn’t look very Presidential. He said he was waiting for the kid’s mother. He asked me to go look for the kid’s mother to tell her it was time to go. To tell her that everyone was waiting. So I wandered into the supermarket, looking one more time at the kid. Turning back around for a second I thought I saw Teflon inside the store heading towards the produce section in the back. People ran past me, quickly, giggling, heading to the front, as I ran towards the back. In the produce section sat a group of girls, pretty girls, of color, and shape–on pillows, like in a den. Melody Rain sat there. It didn’t look like her, but it was definitely Melody Rain. I asked if anyone saw the little kid’s mother. They laughed and nodded towards the next aisle. So off I went. But the store looked empty. No one was around. When I walked back to the front, everyone had vacated. I saw Obama and he stood with Teflon and also with an Indian, outside the store. The three of them turned to the right and I yelled, following them. Outside is where things turned really weird. The sun appeared, eclipsed. And a huge gust of wind came at me. A crazy gust that stripped off my clothes, down to my undies. It felt like a dream collapsing. I tried to walk towards Teflon but the wind scooped me up. It lifted me away, backwards, towards I don’t know where, but fast, like real fast, and I felt fear. Then I saw a chain attached to a tree branch so I grabbed a link and as soon as I clutched it, it closed on my wrist, tight, but without pain. And here I am, shackled to a tree, in a desolate wind. There is no longer anything around me. No supermarket. No city-scape. Nobody. I’m horizontally shackled to a tree in a desolate eclipsed landscape–and the worst part is I know what I’m waiting for. Those girls. I am their prey. My hope is for someone to save me.

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