I know I-75. And perhaps it is home too, a strip of asphalt that connects the people I love. I know where the first Cracker Barrel is heading south, and the first one headed north. I know the stretches where there are no gas stations or rest areas. I know where they start putting sugar in the tea. But a lot is new, too, along the road and in my life.
Month: March 2003
For lent, week one
I both have caused and tasted of his blood— my distance from this scene is not so far; and though the things I suffer are quite small I focus on my superficial scars.
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