Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I was walking barefoot in the city. It was winter, and I jumped over icy puddles. It's okay, Zoe told me. You don't really need shoes. When I woke, it was still dark in Oklahoma, and I nursed Eva while she clutched my index finger and made the sounds she makes. My mother was at the hospital working the nightshift, and my daughter and I were in her bed. The smell of both of them made it take what seemed like forever for me to fall back to sleep. Finally, I did, until unfamiliar birds woke us and light came through the window. The wild sky awaited us.