Rachel O’Neill

As I lay dying in the afternoons As I lay dying in the afternoons, and then for a short time in the mornings, I took to laughing almost inaudibly to myself. These outbursts were timed with Helios’ chariot. As dusk and dawn clattered overhead certain of my memories stuck fast in his wheels and went round and round. As a boy I stole a bike and pedalled it down the steepest hill in our town. I turned a corner and the earth came at me with a wall. I left hospital with a small something or other carefully wrapped in“Rachel O’Neill”

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