Blessing

Blessing

    People see my scar and say You’re lucky. But when I wake I listen to make sure she’s breathing. And in the clearest morning sky the tiny silver plane appears to be falling. Many things burn to the ground. In a frenzy of pedestrians a woman sits with an...
Lesbian Child

Lesbian Child

In the woods behind the house I built a tiny city from sticks and rolled matchbox cars down moss-lined streets where everyone in every building kept my secret. I collected candles of all shapes. Arranged and rearranged them in my bedroom, but I wouldn’t let them...
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