I’m riveted on you daily, awkwardly huddled in my shoes and socks, one with a big toe hole. The problem with youth is the
grief, purchase an orchid, a peperomia, a succulent. These three queens will save you and serve you, even though you are the peasant in
I’m standing knee deep in this deafening river. Down in the canyon, my voice echoes back to me. Flooded with pleasure and pain,