At a Days Inn in Barstow, California by Chloe Honum It’s dusk on a Tuesday in June. A hot wind bears down and east. In my room, a stranger’s hairclip lies like a gilded insect beside the sink. Hours later, it’s still dusk; it will be dusk all night. Last month, I cut the maskingContinue reading “At a Days Inn in Barstow, California by Chloe Honum”