Thursday, October 24, 2024
Finished reading: Instructions for Traveling West by Joy Sullivan đ
The bus aisle is a long series of choices.
My sisters and I would arrive home, caked with dust. As if God were baking with red four and sneezed.
Even I know a sunset doesnât save us but still I swerve to the side of 405 just to see the sky squish pink beneath nightâs dark thumb.