Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
The Lost Suitcase
I'm marking papers like mad. See you're not online. Just keep in touch with important news. I know you have a doctor's appointment today.
I don't know if I told you, but the lost suitcase finally found me. The locks were gone, but all the contents were still there—your phone charger, my capo, the Swiss Army knife with the bent corkscrew, the bag of dirty clothes.
I broke down tonight and opened a bag of Fritos. There are no more Fritos.
the depression on your side
of the bed