You are at war with a recipe. You
search for exactitude. Ice volcanoes
form on Pluto, probably gushing some
sort of slush. Your God is angry,
judgmental. You don’t want to figure
out pinches and dashes. You need
structure. God loves you. That’s what
people say. I’m telling you about cryo-
volcanoes. Cryo sounds like crying. If
you have a problem, hand it off to
God. Look, we can always order a
pizza. Volcanoes on Pluto might spew
something solid that still moves, like a
glacier or modelling clay or ketchup.
There’s a God who loves you. Even
when you expect to be judged. Even
when you’re on the wrong side of


From Magma 86, Food

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