“Small items, their lightness measured by just how many/you can lose and not notice. Imagine if we tucked/all the stinging things to our chests and rocked them quiet.”
y November you already thought of returning,
rubbing Vaseline into your palms and the crevices
of your cracked heels. No napalm rained down in a foreign land,
no birth dates streamed across the screen to push our brothers into war.
Bro, Your top three buttons are lazily unfastened, revealing that burly tuft of black chest hair. One motion, succinct: ball in cup. But when I go for the chest bump, you turn away. What is different? What has changed? Are … Read More
it rained sixteen months – heavy – before we found you, mud, child, slicked but buffeted, sinking backward & forward. you resisted and slid further smoothing into before as our hands built out to after. smile – we coo – … Read More
Bee Hive, which happens to be a fifteen minute walk away from here, is just as awesome, actually more awesome because it’s more frequent and reliable and lasts longer and is overall a better investment for the whole family and … Read More
