April 16, 2009
Then the service cuts out and the phone beeps and it’s quiet again. not even crickets tonight. just stars like the glowing toenails of celestial swimmers. When I call Erin back, we end the conversation and I stare at the “all-american city” as it appears on the horizon to be burning. and in relative terms it may be. but it is with peace that i turn my back and head toward the front door.

Then the service cuts out and the phone beeps and it’s quiet again. not even crickets tonight. just stars like the glowing toenails of celestial swimmers. When I call Erin back, we end the conversation and I stare at the “all-american city” as it appears on the horizon to be burning. and in relative terms it may be. but it is with peace that i turn my back and head toward the front door.

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