The Moon was the first wild thing to follow me home. "Mother, may I keep him?" "Her, dear, and let ... [+]
A secret disclosed in art class: the face is five eyes wide. You pencil the extras in and then erase them, but in every crowd they're impossible to unsee— one for the dead, one for the dream life, one for the yet-to-be— gazing at you from the other side of time.