#218

the cover sprang out from the shelf, a mix of brick red and burnt adobe orange and some sort of weathered fencepost brown. that picture was so familiar, but here it was glossy, the colors set to bleed off the page, and i thought of how the edges must be lying in a dump somewhere, pieces of a puzzle and i'm holding the whole answer in my hands.
your name looks good in print.
your name... you changed the spelling but not the word. the back cover shows that your hair is different than i remember. longer. trendier.
i buy it. it wasn't in the memoir section, but i hope to find myself inside.