Jessica argued with me the whole way there about that Ironic song by Alanis Morissette. She was convinced the first line of the chorus was, “It’s…
Mia started running. Rain hit her, front, sides, and back, whipping her skin. Branches tilted her way and soon the park turned into a forest spewing…
I harvested regretsby the armful, while,forgotten possibilitiesswirled around me,a morphing cloudof mosquitoes,breeding in…