5. the roof deck gets us close to the clouds. […]
I feel a rise in my chest that speeds up and slows down like a bird trapped inside my rib cage, wings shrinking, but not their power. I’m afraid I’m going to throw up; eyes blur, and for a moment I think I’m fainting, but it’s only the hot […]
When I was a child and learned to dress myself, I’d run around with one shoe on, the other foot trailing with a sock slipping around the ankles. I’d walk with an uneven limp, and growl “yeeesss, maaassster,” like I had seen an Igor-type do on T.V., one foot elevated inside a shoe, the other […]
My margarita glass is filled with summer; gold dripped elixir packed in ice so my wax wings cannot melt. Its salt rimmed halo sits holy on my lips as I drink back indifference and fly crookedly towards a damp new season.