I stare at the coffee stained napkin, a second hand spoon and a pen resting on the brown liquid spatters The news program hums Shots,...

A beautiful smile Sparkling like sequins Soft like flowers She holds us all together My hand Your heart His promises Her secrets Their...

Ten. In April We pretend to be dead Light as a feather, stiff as a board Fifty. In August I pretend to have energy Heavy as lead, itchy...

Concrete pours over Her mind, her body, my soul. We are arrested in every me too. Have you been yelled into a corner until you cry? Me...