I Came Home From Overseas Expecting to See My 1969 Corvette Waiting

waking my unit. It had been bought with scars and discipline and birthdays missed and the specific hunger of wanting something badly enough to deny yourself everything else in service of it. It had been bought with seven years of choosing.

They dismissed it with a sigh and a phrase about youth.

I looked at my mother’s cup of tea and my father’s cutting continue reading …