One In A Line Of Many

Whenever he looked back, there I would be, griefless and shining in his early twenties as a band of color he’d point out on other bus trips, pillow talks, and for comfort one day when doubt and time finally found him.

The Weaponization Of Monogamy

I was once in a relationship that seemed positive and supportive at first. It began with a steaming pile of promises right up front. These promises included loving me forever (after knowing me for less than six months) and wanting to have children together (before even living together). It was my entire future wrapped in a button-up.