The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

March 12 I hold the brass buckle of my belt, the metal cold and smooth against my thumb, while the light from the hallway lamp cuts a sharp, yellow wedge across the linoleum floor. The room is silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, a low, mechanical drone that seems to vibrate in my teeth. I am forty-two years old, a Sergeant with the Border Patrol, and I am writing to...

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