[26 August 2019] but the cracks in the mirror only belie something deeper, more transient. I smell the smell of you, of me, of us lingering in church pews and train cars and hardwood floors, taking root, mingling with dust and dim sum and desire, feeding off of sunlight and moonlight and whisky. Something strange…

[16 August 2019] How long will the words we spoke keep us together? The weight of you presses against my chest, my side, leaving an impression on me I can’t easily erase. Days stack up like credit card receipts or grains of rice, growing into something substantial, but we ate twice as many for dinner…

[15 August 2019] And why say no? When you look at me like that with 7:52AM eyes, hazy, perplexed, boys certain of not one thing except the need to belong. Mornings were meant to be this way, or so I’ve been told, orange juice and cardamom and frostbite. Dark light, pillow fuzz in your beard,…