August 29, 2020

Shit-Sandwich Shop Stop

I’m famished. Up ahead, I see the promise of neon lights. Closer, I read a sign that blinks: SHIT-SANDWICH SHOP.  Ooooh, I haven’t had a shit-sandwich […]
July 7, 2020

The Day Covid Broke Me

June 30 I am curled up on the couch. I can’t––won’t––move. I am sick. I am not sick with Covid, but in this moment I don’t […]