True in the End
In my head, I hold two images of the first cassette I ever received. One, in my dining room, the grayish plastic in my hand. The bluish background of the paper insert. A high side ponytail. Pat sat cross legged in the way I do that my trainer told me not to. Get Nervous. Two, the same case, just cracked on the right bottom corner. Somewhat hidden in paper clutter, Disney soundtracks and assorted mixed tapes. I left the cassette in the glove compartment of the car that b
A Man Said
“Well, it’s like she thinks you’re a computer and could just process the pattern.” My brother paused, “I’m sure I could.” He paused. ...
For Reference
“We’re going to have to weave,” I told Graciela on the pickup we switched to outside of San Lucas. It was a slow rise into the mountains...
