Yellow Marine

You sat next to me on loud yellow vinyl. I remember the way it sounded when you moved in closer because I couldn’t hear you. I wore a silk floral shirt, and right now I’m not sure why I ever got rid of it. I got rid of a lot of things I wish I… Continue reading Yellow Marine

No. 121

Talk to him again. I did, but I don't want to cross it off, because it's something I want to do over and over again. In surprising places. In unexpected places. In places where I feel vulnerable and have the arrogance to believe I'm at peace, I want to be there, at that place, that… Continue reading No. 121