“My bones are not softer than average, and their pain when broken is sharp, hard. But years of injuries have taught me that bodies are soft—softer when wounded—all the way down to the bone.”
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like sheep. Like an evening shepherd / set to snooze. My days / are numbered: / each wearing a little race bib, each…
While some people are chronically online, my mom is usually chronically outside, climbing real craggy rocks or frozen waterfalls. This spring is the first time I’ve even seen her play a video game. But it’s a good fit…
I spent the year before proposing to Trye declaring loudly, and often, that I’d figured out what I wanted: another queer, asexual person committed to staying in Ellensburg and providing a space for kids. I wasn’t asking for too much. Specific, maybe, but not too much.
For a while it felt that way, until one day I looked over at trivia and that exact person had materialized from—of all places—Arkansas.