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216: Lightning Bugs

Lighting Bugs You caught a lightning bug in your hand gently, slowly, more like a landing ramp than a trap. You held it to me as if to...

215: It's About Damn time

For dinner to be ready, for the end of body shaming, for summer thunderstorms, for the peaches to ripen, for you to call me back, for a...

214: Stolen

You do not know my body, the gait of my walk, the lines around my eyes, the curve of my shoulders, the dip behind my knees. You do not...

210: I Prefer My Monsters Under the Bed

Last night I had the dream- the active shooter dream the one where we’re all together but I can’t find you. You’re in the crowd. People...

209: Cut (it) Short

I wish I could tell my friends it will never happen to you. This gut-wrenching marriage-ending world-burning pain, it will never happen...

206: Please Sir, Can I Have Some More?

We start talking about the news and my heart starts salivating, hungry, craving to sink my teeth into words that heal, words that feel...

198: I Get The Daylight Savings Conversation

Because of course we need more light. War is one long night. Of course we need slower sunsets and golden hour. We need the sun’s warmth...