I’d be alone in the backseat of her Geo Tracker, but surrounded by stuff – Beastie Boys cassette holders, pom poms, duffel bags, water bottles. A stray pair of sunglasses. A scrunchie. I’d be alone, because even though the driver’s … Continue reading
“Where’d that world go, that world where you’re a kid, and now I can’t remember noticing anything, not the smell of the leaves or the sharp curl of a dried maple on your ankles, walking? I live in cars now, … Continue reading
Last night I did a bridge in yoga class, something I haven’t done in literally years, and after the cracking and creaking I settled into it for just a few comfortable seconds before my arms gave up the fight. In … Continue reading