I am sick of the dialectic of hunter and prey, baiting traps with peanut butter while you find secret passageways inside my cupboards. What
Anyone might look down and in a Rorschach moment see birthmarks or bruises. Anyone might see budding periwinkle or a mother’s face jutting from
I’ve been mortal but free. In one part I drove a hundred miles for a second date. Mid-October, moonless dark, flatland town. Dinner on