11Oct 23, 2015
In the crisp of morning, we wait for school, snatching glimpses toward the door. Adam reaches for me, flicking my ear with his fingers, saying I love you in a way all his own. He tilts his head away, his expression lost, crinkled and preoccupied. I wonder if he contemplates the angle of the new light beaming […]
12Feb 1, 2013
She’s afraid she’ll wake up and I’ll be forever gone, that the darkness will steal me away from her. We sit together all curled up, watching something on TV. I absently stroke her hair with my fingers, gently nudging out the tangles, and she tries to move closer, to squeeze out all the space between […]