I wake in the dark in bed and there’s a furnace, a turncoat thermostat inside my body; there is no limit, there is no overdoodling, no crescendo. No hot enough, only hotter.
Two Rumpus treasures in one…treasure chest? Necklace? Treasury?? Okay, this metaphor didn’t work out, but Thomas Page McBee‘s interview of Cheryl Strayed (aka Dear Sugar) did. A small preview: But what…