I held the Harvest Moon in my hand like a leafy

luminescent bowling ball. Unsure of which direction

to throw it, I swallowed it. Now I'm about to burst

terrified of what might happen next. In Delaware

a hunter shot and killed a woman he mistook for a deer.

I imagine she was wearing ritualistic antlers and heading

deep into the woods to perform a spell. One that could

heal the world and save broken people like me.