Month: April 2017

She, Part Three

She is used to feeling this: Happiness is a faster heartbeat, picking up speed To match the rhythm of her anxiety– Acceptance at this irony: That is what it means to be happy. She thinks she has it all figured out, All she has to do is match the rhythm

All Shapes and Sizes

Man. These past two and a half weeks. I went to Massachusetts twice — first for a funeral, then for a wedding. The funeral was not completely unexpected, but it happened earlier than I would have liked. My grandad was still in the rehab center — the nature of such

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