I packed my bags and took a trip into my body. I took my sunglasses and a hat and an extra pair of underwear. I didn’t want to leave for long.
My veins became a road, and I stood at the edge of it, watching cars drive past while purple lights flashed. I don’t know why the lights were purple or what they were flashing for. It could have just been decorative. I’ve got pretty flashy blood.
A homeless woman clicked by with a cart of bottles and bees in her hair. I don’t know for sure that she was homeless. I guess her home was in her body in my body. She only had one eye, stuck in the middle of her forehead.
There was a toonie on the sidewalk, but I didn’t have anything to buy, so I left it for the lady with the bees. I thought maybe she would eat it.
There wasn’t anywhere for me to go. I walked around my heart and gave my lungs a little pat, and then I stepped into the middle of the street to watch drivers drive on either side of me.
I was changing lived just by being there. The people in their cars started yelling, but I spat on their windshields and told them, This is my blood, I can do what I want.
One car swerved and hit another. Three people were killed, and I felt so bad I can’t even tell you how bad I felt, but then I remembered I was on vacation, and it didn’t seem so sad.