Escape Artist

There are times I get in the car and drive. I drive away. Far, far away. And then I stop the car. I get out and walk in the sun and in the trees, feeling the heat on my skin. I walk until I can walk no more. Finally, the freedom starts to feel unnerving and I get back in the car and drive home, cured for the time being.

Today, I was surprised by multiple patches of dense poison ivy.

I am so hosed. So very thoroughly hosed….



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