still back there

 

February 27 • 2026

On the table are tulips, a gift from Jennifer, the cashier at Trader Joe's. 

Through the kitchen window birds at the feeder.

finch 

wren. 

sometimes the woodpecker.

Fat squirrel watching from the tilted wooden fence. 

Beyond that Olivia and Makayla with their Dad, starting their morning walk to school, past the sage and cacti and pillowy lavender bushes in front of Anne's house.

Looking east, there's snow and mountains and Minnesota. There's Renee Good. Dead body slumped in the front seat of her car, shot by a rabid ICE thug. She was executed.

It was a Wednesday morning. She'd just dropped her six year old son at school.

She said, "It's okay, Dude. I'm not made at you."

Renee was smiling.

He shot her in the face.

He said, "Fucking bitch." 

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I'm still back there.