The sky was half covered with patches of quilted clouds. Stuck in front, the black branches of the winter trees appeared to be in full bloom with fluffy cherry blossoms blowing from the tips in the wind. On one of these mornings, as crisp as an apple held between frozen fingers, they found the object. I was sitting in front of the TV eating scrambled eggs simmering in hot sauce when everything broke. But before that happened, a white bolt of force burned me from the feet up. My body stretched from sitting to standing while still on the couch. With my head touching the back wall, I became a bridge between it and the floor, arched high on the cushions. What I remembered most before the nothingness that followed, was a heat, so fierce yet not searing, crawling up my spine. Apparently, Emily chatted next to my white bed, you had a seizure. I was so worried. Turn the corner and there you were, covered in vomit with your eyes bulging. Lord, I was about to piss myself. I didn't know what to do. So I ran back and forth between you and the phone before I could stay in place long enough to dial the number. He reached over my shoulder and pressed the red call button. They said to let them know if you woke up. They found a tumor on the first try. The CT images were aligned on the light panel as a series of intrauterine ultrasound images. And this is your baby, this alien thing, this skeletal fish, this mass of a face growing inside you. But, said the doctor with a pimple on his chin, we need to do exploratory surgery to determine if it is cancerous. It approached the black and white butterfly slices of my brain. It is intra-axillary and does not appear to have spread. I see roots here and there. He touched the cell phone... in the center of the paper... with me, please. Why no, sir, I won't. Do you realize I'm the bomb? Did they tell you? The last thing you want to do is stop me in a lobby full of innocent people. He looked at my eyes to see if I was serious or crazy. What he saw changed his face, as if the now white blood had stopped his heart. Stepping back, he picked up the radio. I stepped out through the glass slide and came across a flock of sun-blinded pigeons that scattered when they realized who was among them. I remain untouchable as long as I share a morsel of my food with street dogs before eating it. For my safety, I laugh softly and drink from my bottle. When I sleep in soot-covered underpasses, I raise my long white hair against the darkness. They dare not approach Death now that it is free and roaming the countryside. Even if they manage to find me, who knows what will set me off.