Becoming a Term in a Set

When I was a child, a young womangave me her story-box. She said,you will have to carry thisfor the rest of your life.I put aside my own story-boxto carry the weight of hers.It is a box of firefull of other women on fire.I am Adam and Evekicked out of paradise.

The truth is, it wasn’t a story-box.It was a halo of fireshe placed on my head.

The truth is, it wasn’t a halo of fire.It was a box of manna,and I was force-fed.