Another

Sunrise 8Remember what I was going to be?  Remember the first time you saw the hitch post at the old west town?  It was in Phoenix in the fall, though the air said summer; in Phoenix there didn’t seem that there’d ever be a different season.  You tried alligator for the first time, the only time, and tried to throw knives into a wooden target ten feet ahead of you – for a prize? – and figured that you’d be able to do it if you visualized a camera watching you do it, following the knife as it left your hand, tumbling, orderly, on a path to the scarred wood circle, cinematic, the camera on a dolly, no, fixed, but pivoting, like a head watching a tennis match from when that throwing knife left your hand until it stuck, in the board, ten feet away.  But it was me, seeing continue reading…

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