SQN - Sine Qua Non - Issue Two - Journal - Page 41
SINE QUA NON
|e plantain trees outside are bending in the wind now. |e rain is hitting them
sideways, slanting like a body thrown to the ground. |e leaves nap like wings with nowhere
to ny. I remember when we planted them. You dug the holes and I carried the seedlings.
Mama said they wouldn9t survive the orst storm, that the soil was too soft. But you smiled and
said,
