narcosis

. are you feeling this night and me in it breathing its rain air as you dream, wide-awake of vacating your boyhood home . to trespass as man my body . which sleeps, even now quiescent, tranquilly coiled in wind’s savage embrace? .

in loco parentis

She doesn’t even make it down the first step before he stops her. “Wait!” he says. “You’re going to answer the door like that?” She stops and lowers her eyes — from the white straps tied off loosely on her shoulders to her bare, polished toes. “Because I have no shoes?” she asks, confused. He […]