poetry
+ "In the early days, we touched as a form of resistance..."
+ "Today he is wearing short sleeves for the first time in ages / and I am learning to hate sweaters for the way they’ve hidden his skin..."
+ "We pull into the overlook, eyes peeled / for methheads, and Sawyer keeps the van / running in case we have to get out fast..."
+ "After sex we broke the blinds, trying to catch a glimpse..."
Lunch
+ "miles away from any of this / you rest / in tangles of tube and cannula..."
forthcoming
Appalachian Review