Mount Pinatubo

There's a thing, some sort of eruption on my skin and it vibrates every time the autobus bounces and the chickens flutter as if, dreaming, they are back in their shells desiring rebirth as eagles or raptors or some undreamt-of symbol rising through the roof of the autobus. There is a blemish, some sort of eruption on my skin and boiling beneath Mount Pinatubo. The day is hot, and I am dizzy, as we…