It's Always Windy in Pocatello

It's Always Windy in Pocatello The hairdresser said there is no use trying for a part, I'll cut it so you'll be able to see no matter what. She was canny. I saw what I had not noticed before, my body a log, spider webs of age caught on rough bark, knots hidden inside pulp, and in the heartwood space darkening where ghosts flicker with odd rhythms. Tilting mirrors catch what little light is left, show a familiar, strange face, movements of hands that will repeat themselves, events visible to an eye chilled by wind, no matter what. Anne E. Mullin 54 ...