Goddamned Eulogies

(Probably just a rant.) If I had to write you a eulogy, I would write about how your lips always fit perfectly against mine, and about how you once said that your hands were just a pair of astronauts, and you wanted my body to be the universe. Scientists say that the universe is expanding […]

Unnamed (i)

Your hand is pale white on top of mine. Your fingers thin, shaking. You are scared. You hadn’t known that you’d wake up in a hospital room with blue walls. You tell me that the room stinks of failure, of fatigue. You tell me that the walls are closing in on you. I do not […]