Outermost Writing from Cape Cod

Outermost Writing from Cape Cod

The Promise

when words arrive

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Chris Ellsasser
Apr 25, 2025
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I woke to words this morning: elbow patches, pancakes, driver’s seat. I tried to ignore them. I buried my face in the pillow and refused to open my eyes. But they would not leave the room. I could hear them battering about like flies trapped against the screen. I tossed and turned, trying to refuse them.

Then, I opened my eyes. What if I forget? What if …

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