Miracle

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Just a couple things, theres plenty of compelling imagery and mystery.

The form seems mostly aesthetic, like you wrote a stream of consious paragraph where lines are cut off by length more than content, and separated for looks rather than dramatic pause or separation of ideas.  Not a problem, its just a sense I get reading.  My main concern is the number of 'its' that begin sentences, reminds me of Kerouacs On The Road. How hes searching for IT, which could be effective, I just think you use it too many times

Miracle


While driving to El Paso, I started seeing double. Now that there 
were twice as many cars, it was hard to focus, though the purple 
mist hanging on everything deserves some blame. The hills were 

wearing drag again: in San Francisco, even the fog spilling over 
your shoulder is florid, aggressively gay. I could see through them 
like fata morgana. Exhausted, the world had become disembodied, 

and in so doing placed me in terrible danger. Except for a Carl’s 
Jr’s pointed obscenity, there were no visible stars. I was sailing 
deep into the beast’s dark, moonless belly. It was a beautiful night.

It should be less cliche for me to say my skull was full of beauty, or this line ending
that I found another fork of lighting in the road. The slumped rope 
of a dead snake’s body disappeared before my headlights; it had just  and this one

been a branch. The lightning tore that oak in two, I said aloud, though 
it was only me out there. It tried to get a good look at its heart, and 
somehow in the process, poor fella lost a limb. Now you’re being 

dramatic, I said, in a raspy voice I hardly recognized. I think that’s many of them
really beautiful, a different voice replied. A new pair of black tassel 
loafers smoldered in the trunk. My head felt radio. I kept driving.

Two days before the wedding, I take them out to try them on. We have 
to stop at a cobbler’s to get the insteps widened. There's two parking 
spots and both say HANDICAPPED. He takes one look at my duck 

feet, shakes his head, has a birthmark shaped like Texas, says I’ll give 
you these for fifty. My best man laughs so hard he knocks over a pocket  not sure why hes laughing 
square display. The air is briefly full of flowers. It’s you I’m marrying. Love the ending