There’s me again, egregious solipsist, tripping through a glassy birth canal. Shoes, new. Bag, new. ‘Winter Wiggle’ dress also new. And winter sun piercing off the wings of a Boeing 747, the plane I’d just got off: TWA flight 00 to St. Louis, Missouri.
B! You take us there. I can hear you reading it out loud. Keep going, keep going...xo