The screen in this window pixellates a sky into thousands of grays.

By a strange coincidence, Thousands of Grays is the name of some recent Confederate Orgy Porn viewable on the internet.

I cop to watching COP. My time in Georgia. The windows there were full of azaleas and pine pollen and a humid sort of television.

Visiting Stone Mountain, my children and other children played with bubbles on the lawn. A rare local color foray. Rainbows transparent.

I never hiked to the top nor learned the heroes of the Southern Secession. The date each state seceded was marked along the path.

The day I joined the CSA I died a little inside, I imagine Virginia saying.

Yes, Virginia. And the rebel caps fly into the air as if someone is cheering and not stripping down to rock.

Her world.