A story about adult bullying, a hilarious form of revenge, and a kind of epiphany.
Fear/Loss/Death/Prayer/Faith/Love. This is a small poem about big things.
So often, the world is far from bounteous, but, when I changed my behavior, I felt something beautiful.
We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
My crime? I’d rather be having my own ingathering than awaiting an engraved invitation to objectification.
