February 2012
bric-a-brac: The Honest House | Megan Falley →
muscovite:
In an effort not to crawl back to you, I crossed the 2 train off my subway map in blue ink, called it a river, sold my canoe. Swept the soot from the chimney into a vase, scattered it all over Manhattan. Husband, I pretended it was your ash. Spoke your name in past tense and still, when we...
