We walk in tandem, the three of us: me, myself, and the wounded woman. The day stretches on, and the heat blasts our feet, turning them red despite some of us wearing shoes for protection. Both my younger self and the woman hardly flinch, the pain nothing more than a petulant fly, but I wiggleContinue reading “Postcard #28: What the hell is in Oklahoma?”
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Blank Postcard #7
Inside the car the air is hot. I lower the heater a notch, the breathes pouring out of the dashboard slowing so its not in my face. Yet still my skin burns, scalding to the touch. It is not the heat that is bothering me. Voices ring, ring, ring like a bell which has goneContinue reading “Blank Postcard #7”
Postcards From Myself 