I get home later than anticipated on weekdays, hungry from skipping meals I can’t afford. It’s not until then, when I have a moment
By boy linda (he/him)about a year ago in Poets
A shock of cardinal rain ran down my leg. I thought it came from a cut I might have made on my pre-teen flesh, but the only pinch came scratching
I. There wasn’t much to say in the nurse’s office, when pale jeans and a discolored crotch explained on my behalf, saving us both from
There will come a day when Vultaggio and Ferolito will die, and we’ll pay more than 99 cents for original brand, ready-to-drink tea
looking up while down on me, he whined like a brat picking at his plate
I was scared to leave; the sky was the same blue in "3 guys, 1 Hammer"