




I coast softly with the wind, towards shore. Sunlight holds me up; moonlight towing me in. A vast ocean of rights and wrongs behind me:

It Is Written as come milestones, so do they. Like locusts, they arrive. Their love descends in unsolicited advice and probing questions dressed up as

Disclaimer: By an auntie-ji who knows nothing, except she did get married in her thirties so that may count for something, but in truth she

I wear my fingers out into the coldBare, pleading winter air to cool the stabs of heatTo calm the thin acid between my finger bones