"Conversations"

50 conversations swirling my immediate atmosphere at once, random words about yards gained and lost, touchdowns, penalties. I climb into the cab of our Korean car, like returning to the womb with its safety and warmth, sounds muffled to a low roar. I feel dizzy and spent with my mind out of time, wondering how exactly I ended up staring at drunk men stumbling and yelling, trying to light cigarettes in the flame of a bonfire. Aleathia Drehmer 2006