K e l l y   F o r d o n

 

Unzip the Sky

 

I was driving past the Revelation Church of Holiness. On the radio a 

scientist was talking about dimensions nine through thirteen— 

superstring theory and whether a four-dimensional life form might 

one day unzip the sky and beckon to us. The scientist was open to 

multiple possibilities. Maybe there are happy people living in the sixth 

dimension, in molecules on top of our ash cans, trees from heaven, 

no weeds in their world, the Rouge River a flute brimming with 

cheap champagne. Hold my hand; let’s float like Chilly Willy over 

Belle Isle, past the Saint’s Temple to heaven’s giant Slurpee machine. 

God is the man behind the armored glass. 

 

 

 

 

 

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 Issue 79: Bitter Root

guest editor: Sara Biggs Chaney

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Kelly Fordon

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