You’ve never seen me sleeping in New Cabell—mind your business.
Cold white fingers close
Over mottled orange skin
A cry of victory escapes
And rings out over ash and oak
“So where are you from?”
That’s a loaded question.
I am what you call ‘a mind.’
I just bought a dining table for my apartment. It is two months into the school year and almost half a year since my lease started.
i’ve always found small towns an interesting concept.
You traded our Mother's nest for the rich spit that watered your seeds, only to sprout Sam's lies:
