i remember

those odd lots of wasteland between subdivisions were to us magical realms. i remember that edge by the argonne forest where i felt my first breast and saw ghostly white elk flow through the forest.

sometimes when the tree is coated in ice i go lie under it and wait for him to come looking. he always has that round-eyed wonder, and then settles into sniffing and chewing placidly.

that stuff about politics i don't really want to talk about. it's an ugly business and makes me feel ugly, but i have to release it sometime.