All in Your HeadMaureen Thorson
Might as well be unicorns and wizards’ hair: these cowpokes pertain to the same fantasy gumbo. Put a toothbrush in your suitcase. You might end up in Oz for a fortnight or better. The swish of a horse’s tail as it beats off the flies, the tinny clink of spurs ajingle on its flanks – they’re all just a part of your imagined experience, the safe distance from the one-man job of being real. You go to blazes. The misogynist sends his love, his pregnant affectations. All of these and more will be yours when reality hits its last speed bump, when the world as no one knew it is all that there is.
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