Emily RouanI know she usually leaves the door unlocked.Maybe it was because she forgot or maybe she just felt safe subconsciously. Maybe she had grown up in a small town where nobody locked…Jan 21, 2017Jan 21, 2017
Emily RouanI had thought I would never see her again.How long ago I had placed her in the shoe box in the back of the closet. It is Sunday night. The church was almost barren The halls were…Jan 6, 2017Jan 6, 2017
Emily RouanFeelings I can’t quite make into poemsYou tasted like the donuts from my local childhood farm when I was high;Dec 18, 20161Dec 18, 20161
Emily RouanMy Ex-Lover Still Calls Me SlimI hide my lighter under the couch cushions and he never guesses it is there,Nov 23, 2016Nov 23, 2016
Emily RouanI come home and instantly, I can tell.The fan is on, windows open, candles lit. She’s sitting at the dining room table, shoes still on, eating a cookie. It’s one of those thick…Nov 17, 2016Nov 17, 2016
Emily RouanI was sitting at the dining room table when my boyfriend arrived home the other night.“So you know that dishwasher I work with, Terrance, right? Well he was talking to us about how he was depressed today.”Oct 25, 2016Oct 25, 2016