Fresh Cut
What returns is that the future is more enticing than the past. Lure me in! I cannot forget the embodied dream of a future for myself that helped me through summer. I want to be awash with daisies, sleeping through the night.
It’s New Year’s Eve-eve and I am sitting in my bed. It’s eight-fifteen at night, and I can hear people outside on the street as they walk by. Dotty1, my new cat, is under the blankets, where she has been all day and night for the past three days.
