You can move a little mountain Every day Towards a cliff You can strive All the night For your own swell doom You can stick a fork In the socket Of your life’s great love You can go about weeping For only yourself You can scheme to Hate what has created you And mar Where … Read more
Stan moved thoughtfully through the stairwell, scanning the gallery wall that Tina made when they first moved in together. Their baby pictures and yearbook photos. The framed collages of the two of them from holidays, friends’ weddings, their trip to Hawaii. A mass of entanglement. He’d thought it was awkward to take the pictures down … Read more
I didn’t spell “inaugural” correctly the first time, and autocorrect had to point it out for me. I feel like a bad English major. 😓