Glenna Luschei

In Tucson when a university student goes home she might leave her desk and a chair, a bookcase outside her cave with a sign, “Take me.” And who could resist heat radiating over furniture like a mirage? You hoist an old Victrola into your pickup and ratchet up a new song. You start that life in the West, invent a past, and when that tune winds down, it’s okay to put out, “Take me.” What do we have in life but comings and goings?