Last night I caught you sleepwalking again: you stumbled to the hallway and curled your toes against the hardwood, spun like the skipping track of a cross-eyed orbit. I had forgotten what you look like off-balance. Your nightmares only ring … Read More
i remember the anguish of space— standing half a step too close to you under the copper light of streetlamps, with every word and gesture, feeling surprised by how my hands would strain against their own skin to touch … Read More
