He jumps. Up. Into the night sky. He’s flying. Freedom. The air, icy, burns his skin, seeps beneath the windbreaker he wears. Then, he feels nothing. Unafraid, he’s not there. Gone, into the ether of time. Nonexistent, soul fleeing earthly confines. Plasma, tissue, bones, blood lacking form, void of humanness. Now he knows everything. He returns to his physical body, a split second only, when it hits something hard, metal, warm, roaring and moving faster than the devil winds. The hurt doesn’t last. The pain, the ache of broken bones departs quickly. Angel-like, he soars back up, rapidly. Out of body, to that happiness he never knew until now. Wants to remain there. He looks down on his mangled body, lying on the hood of a car speeding down a freeway he doesn’t know in el Norte. He wonders:
