What nobody tells you about Hawaii is that spring
is their rainy season. We lived there for four months
before you swore the government was giving you
Brain Cancer. Capital B. Capital C. The infamous black
sand felt like an oil spill under out feet. There was no
sky. I compared your illness to the Hawaiian hibiscus,
sprouting blooms almost every day and shriveling
up by moonlight. But the clouds obscured the moon.
Looking back, maybe you were right. If we could be
deceived by an entire paradise, what else is there
that we don’t know?