YOU.

  We’ve reached our witching hour.   I can’t remember the last time I had a full night sleep. Sometimes I search for constellations in your popcorn ceiling. Anything to make me feel like I’m not here. Here. Shoulder snug with your arrangement of pillows and stuffed animals. Here. Arms pinned above my head, wrists extended, fingers jammed against your …

Sharks in the Shower | “Deep End”

When pain comes in waves, we teach ourselves to swim. Never submerged in water, we practice holding our breath ‘til the room empties of fellow swimmers whose ripples turn to tsunamis when they touch our current. We freestyle when we should backstroke. We dive headfirst stubborn of the shallow ends. Some shores seem so inviting. The current calm and clean; …