Dial Tone Times Nirvana Miami was officially bilingual from
1973 to 1980. Not many people remember, but Floramaria
never forgot––not even when she found herself living under a series of
repeating Cuban billboards and sleeping in 30-second anarchies of gloom-denying
truth. The governor’s office prohibits her and everyone else within the state’s
bureaucracy from using the words “rising sea levels.” Behind the
scenes––where no good deed goes unpunished––a call goes out, offering her a
job. She shows up for the interview and is immediately arrested by immigration.
After factoring in the reversibility of all phenomena, she’s whisked into a
forest of police brutality that becomes a bitter sideshow fruit stand with its
produce of corruption stacked in pyramids. Reports show she was killed
in custody by “flying umbrellas.” On her tombstone is written, “There’s a time
for recorded history & then there’s a time for making it.” [Published
in The Ongoing Saga I Told My Daughter:
Expanded Edition. ©
2016 by Jim Cohn.] |
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