I saw your brown van and I knew where I was. The wall told me where I was and it was true. I am here, the flag like a finish line. Everyone left and uranium was just still sitting there. Except Ray. Except Joanne. La Pasita means little town. No, it means little door. No one knows anything. The questions themselves are faulty. The tire is flat. The carpet is everywhere. The stars are everywhere. My mattress has hot air balloons on it. You wanted to turn the headlights off while driving and I wanted you to turn them off too but I never said that you should and you never did. Later at Thrift Store, sitting in front of the fire, I hear you say things about sweat pants. At the house, sitting in front of a different fire, we try to burn everything we can see. If we go through the Arch we will be in another dimension. And we do. And we also come back again. The soup is too hot. The beans are too hard. I’ll meet you all every Presidents Day at what the kids call the bang spot.