The End Of Something by Amy Bernhard It’s seven o’clock in Iowa and I’m hot. Sweat pours down my neck, welding my tank top to my skin. I’m a few blocks into my run and already I want to die, arms churning through air thick as pudding, breathing the quick ugly breaths of a dog or a teenage boy getting a hand job. I am alone out here. Everyone else is locked inside with their air conditioners, chugging away in […]