going home musings

i believe it inevitable that at some point, if you have ever been a child, you will have contemplated giants. you know, the big ones, literally big. i thought about them on the freeway, the 57 i think, on the way from fontana to anaheim, what i considered going home. original as i perceived my perceptions, i envisioned giants dead, and buried in the rolling hills of the inland empire, or whatever that place is. i saw heads and bellies and feet, necks and limbs were forgettable. giants were fat, too. always fat, always buried, always green, always on their backs.-emily