For Matthew
Today I am thinking of you and Michigan. Remember how back in the day I didn’t drink coffee? Well, I still don’t care for it
Today I am thinking of you and Michigan. Remember how back in the day I didn’t drink coffee? Well, I still don’t care for it
You tell her you love her the day she graduates. It’s a carefree spring morning, the perfect kind for the endurance training you sometimes did—
It never occurred to me how messy I can look. It’s almost finals week. I’ve been wearing my friend’s navy hoodie with noticeable white writing
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Focus on this moment. How do I feel? What am I seeing? What am I hearing? Him.
Back home, my sister’s bedroom overlooked our back deck. She could climb out her windowsill and drop down a few feet onto the wooden planks
‘‘It’s okay to change your mind.’’ About feeling, a person, a promise of love. I can’t just stay to avoid contradicting myself. I don’t have
I can feel the evening sun, warm on my face, but the chill of the wind coaxes me to pull my coat tighter around me.
Bloated clouds float above the prison, obscuring the sun. I linger outside the narrow cell window, which is no more than a barred gap in
“I’m afraid your head will fall off,” Esme said. “What silly nonsense,” her friend replied. “No, this is serious,” Esme pushed. “I remember it happened
It’s been 6 months, 13 days and 4 hours since I last weighed myself. I hid the scales in a plastic bag under some books
When Frances had to speak publicly, her legs shook. As a kid, she had grown faster up than she had out and she had felt
While he sleeps I catalogue his body. When he is awake I keep my distance. While he dreams I touch and map in a
There were times when it seemed like all the beauty was sucked out of my life. This was one of them. It was cold and
You wake up. Are you dead? You don’t know where you are. Look around. There is a wide dirt road framed by tall, dark pine
Carl didn’t know the code. The timer was ticking, the bomb was going to blow, but he had no idea how to shut the thing
It was Saturday. And I love Saturdays. My friend Libby’s dad takes her to church on Saturdays. And Polly’s dad takes her to museums. And
I talk to myself. I have to. No one else will listen. No one else understands. Even if they did, I wouldn’t dare expose
She was suspicious that everyone in the room was melting. The man sitting at the coffee table directly in her line of sight was
I pursued him with a single minded determination that had been notably lacking in my previous endeavours. I wanted Richard to be mine like I
I jack off to one of the pictures of her I have saved on my computer and after I’m done I send her a message to tell her
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