| Trinity part 15 |
I've got the spoon and the trinitite in my pocket and I  keep thinking of those bulldozers he spoke about. I can just see myself driving one
around. Pushing dirt and stones into the open pit, filling the
wound, smoothing it over. Cough, growl, smoke and diesel, yellow
painted steel scrapes and crushes through sand and dust, kicks
it up, veils the sky and the sun dries it all clean and flat like
flowers in a book. Hidden memory.Ana just looks out the window as we drive past the same scenery on our way home. She's not speaking to me today. s from my cup onto USd floods the Danil Boone National Forest, Kentucky |
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