100 Words: Father’s Day
Father’s Day brunch in the backyard, an easy 5K with a friend, hot in the sun and cool in the shade—meanwhile the Arctic broils and Siberia burns. I am a creature of shreds and patches on my attention, pulled perpetually, centripetally and centrifugally, in flight from my ordinary life into the rarefied, terrifying superstructure of unordinary times. My…
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