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

proof that exists only in objects, that the life I was living overseas was building toward something on the other side. It was mine in the most fundamental sense, built with choices that cost me something real every day for years.

They had tried to take it by writing my name on a document and pretending the document was real.

They had underestimated continue reading …