poetry. prose. + all that glows.
She knows what the artist wants.
“It’s all mess. The hair. The bed. The words. The heart. Life.” — William Leal
When I’m too drunk to speak and too high to move, I let these aching hands do all the talking.
Take from that what you may.
My gut instinct told me I couldn’t trust my best friend and my boyfriend to go to that college visit together, alone — and she was…