Coffee: Cafe Pajaro, Extra Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s Brand
College, summer, we filmed shorts, me and a few guys. One of them’s still in film, the other’s a rockstar.
We dug a hole in my surrogate-aunt’s backyard. We’d been hired by the fiction but the labor was real. Hours, hot, NC sweat lodge. It took a week but we did it. ‘Dig,’ he named the film.
I go back there. I’m in that hole. My muscles are younger. Hair thicker. I haven’t lost patches of my pigment to vitiligo. Brown dirt, careful not to hit the worms.
I liked it, working toward something with all of you.
Currently Reading: LaRose, Louise Erdrich
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“The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.” – George Bernard Shaw