5 Years . After telling myself I wasn’t sad, and eating four spoonfuls of almond butter, I called my mom. . If I am this predictable, I think, the future should not hover so, breathing hot anxious into my ear. . She told me, she and my father hope one day I will live close. […]

I’m cheating a little, wrote this for a class, and it’s technically not April 1st anymore. Bite me. Songs Lost in the Surf There is comfort, being taken like this. Pouring out my voice, a thread unspooling into her depths, while wet mouths of sand suck at my ankles. I have always been drawn to […]