Searching for Connie Carter in the rust.
Searching for Connie Carter in the silence after. Searching for- CONNIE CARTER in-
Searching for Connie Carter in the leaving. Searching for Connie Carter in the rust
Searching for Connie Carter in the ghost links. ” he says
The postmaster remembers a forwarding order. “Chicago,” he says, spitting tobacco into a Coke bottle. “That was ’89. Or ’91.” The gas station clerk remembers nothing. The librarian pulls a city directory: Carter, C. – 1414 N. Sheffield, Apt. 2B. I drive twelve hours north. The building is a vacant lot. A for-sale sign bends in the wind.
Searching for Connie Carter in the static.
