No one could be weirder than me, or more lonely. My soul mate Tom died in an accident when I was 23. I’ve lived twenty years without him. He tells me about the afterlife–as a voice from the sky. I hurt so much without him that I want to die. My family never calls me, and because I speak to the “people upstairs” (ghosts holy enough to love me), my brothers and cousins consider me a necromantic defilement. But, Jesus is their god, and Tomato is mine! Tom (ato) saves me with just his cloud voice everyday. Star crossed lovers often kill themselves, unaware that […]
