The rain had dried up – every drip, every puddle – but Hillie couldn't go out while her room was a muddle. Mom had been clear, and her dad had agreed, "First, clean up this room!" ... [+]
I Mick, we are in a swamp. Bullrush baited, thick in the thicket, vibrant and violent. We don't kiss here either. It doesn't matter that you aren't there when I wake up my body is no longer a hummingbird I am a brackish mosquito muddled as usual. II When I was 15, my best friend gave me a dream dictionary for my birthday. It was long and blue as sleep. I lost it when I moved to the mountains. I have been dizzy ever since, have unlearned symbolism the way I've forgotten how to read music, my sun bleached dreams are one hit wonders. III This time we're perched like swallows on high school ra