Listen to a reading of “Traveling Incognito” by Justin Rousse.
If I surprise you, it won’t be on a Sunday. It will be on a Monday when our blue laundered lives yield to free space in overcrowded closets, and we discover a gossamer possibility spun across a wire hanger from the light at the back of the mind. Everything else will darken, and the starched white collars of familiarity will melt, and we’ll pack everything we’ve intended to look at for years and years, at last finding room in a small traveling bag. It won’t be easy to forsake all