the smuggler’s bible


Lim reads a book about the evils of industrialization and decides to flee to where the blacktop ends.  It turns out that gets him as far as the interstate median, so he keeps going for a little bit just to be sure. He finds his sanctuary on a hillside where a willow spreads its branches over a cool stream which burbles among the rocks and soft mosses. He nestles between the roots and rests.

“Wait one goddamn second,” Lim says in the morning when he wakes to find stewardship means having a spider in your ear and no cell service.