CARRY ME HOME
HARPER RAN AWAY. DEION JOINED THE ARMY AND GOT LOST IN THE SHIT. AND I STAYED HOME.
HARPER WAS ALWAYS LOOKING AROUND CORNERS AND THE SECOND SHE COULD SHE WAS OUT THE DOOR ON TO THE NEXT THING. SHE ALWAYS SAID “YOU NEED TO SEE THE WORLD IF YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER” BUT SHE NEVER WANTED TO BE A WRITER. SHE WANTED TO BE FOUND, I THINK.
DEION WAS FULL OF PATRIOTRIC BRAVADO AND HOPES FOR A FREE EDUCATION, EVENTUALLY. ACROSS THE ATLANTIC HE FLEW AND FELL INTO THE MIDDLE OF A BIG FUCKING DESERT WITH NO ROADS NO MAPS NO WAY OUT. HE CAME BACK IN A METAL BOX.
I WANTED TO BE A WRITER. LIFE GOT IN THE WAY. I ALWAYS SAID I WOULD COME BACK TO IT.
WHEN WE WERE ALL EIGHTEEN AND ABOUT TO FINALLY ESCAPE WE WENT AND GOT MATCHING TATTOOS. SWALLOWS. SO THAT WAY NO MATTER HOW FAR AWAY WE WENT, THERE WOULD ALWAYS BE SOMETHING TO REMIND US. TO CARRY US BACK HOME.
