I am in a boat. I am wearing a red life jacket, goggles, a necklace of worms. Most are dead but one pulls at my beard line. As we move out to sea, I am handed a box of small crackers. My ankles are hooked to lead weights with sturdy linked chains, and my feet are piled in quick drying cement. The air feels weak on my fresh shaven back. Handing me a nose-plug, they tie my wrists to the port bow with hair. My mouth is taped over and I make to shut my eyes. Before I'm thrown to the water, I'm given two holes in my windpipe; asked to stay up as long as I can.
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My left wrist is tied to a bumper. My right, to a horse drinking water. The car and the animal face opposite directions. There are two women with flags raised high in the night. The engine revs and the horse is mounted by a jockey. Counting down from ten, the girls heavy their breath. The moon is hidden by lights from a city. When we start to pull away, even I am excited.