in the stream behind your house we absconded with one, he pinched at my cupped palms as we bounded ... [+]
in the stream behind your house we absconded with one, he pinched at my cupped palms as we bounded ... [+]
I'm a triangle my edges are hard always snagging on the soft, soft world my scars are triangles too ... [+]
My husband's nose changed first—a nearly imperceptible spot-the-difference puzzle on a face I'd known for twenty-two years. Through our kitchen's bay windows, the morning sunlight highlighted his ... [+]