|The journal in question|
This is a piece about the journal I had early in 1999. It was my graduating from high school journal. And this is about its cover.
The heat has bleached the sky to a heavy cream color
A heavy oak black-latched door
All the glass in this place warps that beauty for its own reasons
The smell of a thousand mildews
Iridescent copper giant turning green ogre of testament in the corner
A lone tree against the endless yellow eyes