My brother says, “I’ll call you right back, Krys,” but he doesn’t. Cloud-colored in the checkout line, I nod to the clerk, spikes in her subtlety as she watches me scan a Covid test, no mask. Lady, I’m trying my best. And the thought isn’t lined with defense or defeat, (we say so much more […]
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Read More Cry About ItFour years waiting for Change and then one day, It knocked politely, but I was lackadaisical getting to the door. I always am, taking the knuckles of any egg-less neighbor or soul-saving missionary or Pest Control Specialist as intrusive, punishable. What good was having a door if people knocked on it? “Just a minute!” I […]
Read More Microscopic Fights With Change, Personifieda wise woman once said “A crush is just a lack of information.” The night spoiled just like the wine had, and I thought about love, then, and all the nights I’d spent dreamy-eyed in Saint Augustine, convinced I was somebody’s soulmate. It was always by painstaking design, these times, of course no one ever […]
Read More On Limerence: I Have Never Been In Love, Just InaneThere is always an ending. I bow out early, into a lightning-cracked sky, before the show ends and the streets flood with coats on sidewalks, some patrons silently tender (her fingertips curl around her girlfriend’s arm as she leads them to the car), some dissatisfied (“twenty two and a half years, four kids, two houses, […]
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