this morning #512.

this morning, when she left the back door ajar again & the cat ran out, her friend yelled out “jesus christ! were you born in a barn?” the wholly iowan irony was that she actually was. born & raised. as far as she was concerned, there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with that fact. it wasn’t her fault that her parents had joined a progressive hippie commune mere days before her birth. her entry into the world was imminent & they were decidedly desperate for any sort of shelter. when she first emerged, it was in the dead of night in a tub surrounded by bales of hay. for the first five years of her life, they made that space their home. eventually they had to flee, shutting the door on cult life forever.