Where We Meet

Where We Meet

In bed, in the dark, your fingers brush the jagged “x”that marks my damaged past.I flinch out of habit, force myselfto be completely naked with…

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The Dreams of Tiny Things

The Dreams of Tiny Things

The birds outside my window speak of world domination, the tiny gray sparrows have staked out my kitchen for the headquarters of their aggressive, bird-centric…

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