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ALREADY AT WAR

Jesus grips the wheel. Turns to watch shadows spread like stains across the grass median. Bits of paper and cigarette butts, a haphazard garden plot between two strips of cement. It’s been forty minutes and Jesus has driven two miles; he can almost see the freeway. All around him hope is lost, tossed from car windows. Now, the DJ wants everyone to call in, to vote: which video trending on YouTube should be used to announce the war? Jesus closes his eyes and sees the bodies of oarfish, washed up on the beach. An outcome of Japan’s nuclear fallout. Fracking. Mythical beasts that foreshadow massive earthquakes. Yesterday, off the coast of Catalina, fishermen found the skeleton of a Volkswagen, filled with finger bones all pointing west.