Safe Travels At a rest stop off I-84, people shuffle in and out, as a halfhearted few remember to wipe their boots. Salt and melted snow form lines of footprints from the doors to the bathrooms, where people dispense bubblegum colored soap onto the palms of their hands and the sounds of toilets flushing join … Continue reading Poetry by Caitlin O’Halloran
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