Nate Logan

Lake Cathleen

The diner’s hitching post is rented this morning: a horse, GRIEF stenciled on its hindquarters, grazes idly. “It’s not the ocean you hear in a seashell,” a child tells the waitress. The history of a pepper sauce reads like a murder mystery. Raincoats drip on a coat rack; we name the puddle Lake Cathleen. 



Ypsilanti, Baby!

 

I’m sitting at my desktop and click “travel” on the welcome screen. Earlier, in line at the chandlery, my dreams seemed small. A man ran a candle under his nose like a cigar. A woman, unsatisfied with coin flips, asked each browser, “What do you think would look better in the library, this candelabra or this medieval torch?” She wafted toward me and in a panic, I dropped the antique snuffer. I discovered that it was OK to live without complications: a picture of Kim Cattrall on the bridge wearing nothing but pointy ears. We’re going to let the dominoes topple, enjoy a slice of pizza we can find anywhere.

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Nate Logan is the author of Inside the Golden Days of Missing You (Magic Helicopter Press, 2019). He teaches at Franklin College and Marian University.