Awake in a Strange Landscape
Deep in my gut, large stones scrape each other to dust at night, rising into coughs until my mouth is white chalk in the morning. Something has become intolerable. I work as a waitress. Every day, rich customers, their fingers beckoning me like feathers. The dishwasher empties trash in the back. I work with people too young to remember Vietnam, or even Watergate. They speak in...
Oh, hey...Lent started.
Growing up, I remember the first day of Lent being really difficult to handle. I couldn’t eat turkey sandwiches or Cinnamon Toast Crunch with milk on it. The whole meat/dairy depravation thing was serious business in my house. We were of the Byzantine rite and we were hardcore. Nowadays, I’ve got a dairy allergy and live primarily off of granola, soymilk, brown rice and...
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