WIthout any warning, the disease sweeps across the country like a traveling circus.
People who were once blue, who slouched from carrying a bag of misery over one shoulder
are now clinically cheerful. Symptoms include kind gestures, a bouncy stride, a smile
bigger than a slice of canteloupe. You pray that you will be infected, hope a happy germ invades your body
and multiplies, spreading merriment to all your major organs like door-to-door Christmas carolers
until the virus finally reaches your heart: that red house at the end of the block where your deepest wishes reside,
where a dog howls behind a gate every time that sorrow pulls his hearse up the driveway.
By David Hernandez |