words and shit

I watched the IV drip sway like a metronome,counting each beep as if it were a sermon.Outside, the wind rattled the window like applausefor something I’d never performed. I told…

I didn’t know a life could change in the span of an ordinary afternoon. There was no thunderclap, no choir of angels, just sunlight falling through a café window and…

We touch across the city streets, hands brushing like sparks. I feel the charge run up your arm, laughing at distance.Your voice in my ear carries a promise folded in…

I used to be a writer. That’s not me being dramatic. It’s just a fact from another lifetime, like saying I used to have a Nokia brick phone or I…