this time, the fennel bulb won’t burn out, i tell you. her name is Naji and her voice is deep. the aloe doesn’t like the sunshine, but today, it likes her. the gold dots in the air agree, wheeing and … Continued

A boy in a fireman’s coat, first chair French horn, Kurt Cobain handwriting, his back to the teacher, fingernails painted black. Dark hair a crown of curls, his eyes a pair of light-colored M&Ms. On the stair between class, we … Continued