Flashes of Heartbreak
When I knock on my boyfriend’s door in the middle of the night and tell him I’m leaving him for Lansing he mumbles something about…
When my heart is a real thing you wear like a ring I say MY HEART IS A TOOL OF DEMOLITION. You see this is…
I have a friend who desperately wants to get married. But you can tell just from looking at her that she is not the marrying type….
I cracked my heart on the kitchen table. I did it two weeks ago because I wanted to see inside of it. Everyone says you’ve…
My father would’ve worn faded work-jeans: picking out a different pair every morning from his cycle of Wranglers, each of them bearing the circles of Copenhagen…
When fire eats the corner house, I walk a different way. I don’t like the bones of it, how easily the snow blows through. There is…
The sun in September is a hammer, is a circular saw. You were using a belt sander on the Saltillo tile in the kitchen. I wanted…