this girl
she moves in bell-bottoms smiles walks down the sidewalk strokes the strands
of hair falling just above her breasts her crotch still burns from cheating on her
boyfriend her belly rolls over her jeans like thick syrup she doesn’t adjust her
shirt to cover it she offers one long exhalation flicks the ashes of her cigarette
away the street people watch her back arched against gravity they think that
the shape of her body is small compared to the world’s
The first time I should’ve experienced jet lag would’ve been in October of 1990, when I moved to the United States. However, that month was
confused in a puddle I paddle slowly through past the sharp sunsets smooth sunrises barely avoiding icebergs yearning to stand on solid ground I gaze
It happened a month ago, when I visited a new mom friend. I love visiting my friend’s babies when they are just born, it is
Today we sat like equals and discussed my blog post, your preference of teaching styles and giggled like old pals under the burning sun on