Each morning, she rode her bicycle up north to her job at the pawn shop, which sold hot radios, transmitters, procured from the bodies of dead grunts. Chao ban, Chao ban, I heard her say to the old village women as her bicycle became a black blur upon the

I kept wanting to run to the horizon and race across the sky upside down, with my secrets falling out of my pockets. -- Available as free audio mp3 download from Sniplits until Aug. 31: http://www.sniplits.com/index.jsp