
You, As Forest
Photo by Brandi Alexandra on Unsplash by Francine Witte When you come home late again, leaf-patched and pine-scented from the other woman you think I don’t know about, I forgive you. I don’t
Photo by Brandi Alexandra on Unsplash by Francine Witte When you come home late again, leaf-patched and pine-scented from the other woman you think I don’t know about, I forgive you. I don’t
Photo by Josie Weiss on Unsplash by Francine Witte When my Mama says it’s a dollar-stretchin’ week, I force myself to say okay. Another week I can’t get the boots I want so
Photo by Anton Ahlberg on Unsplash by Pamela Painter It is time to tell my husband that I am leaving him. Perched beside him on our sagging couch, I describe the molting of a
Photo by Nhu Tran: pexels.com by Pamela Painter You hear it, the damn car perhaps sensing it’s your getaway vehicle announces its plan to break down as the motor drops
Photo by Wojtek Pacześ: pexels.com by Pamela Painter Says “I hate hate hate him.” Says “he cals me names and pockes me in the stomac.” Says “he tells me sit
Photo by Antoine J. on Unsplash by Katie Coleman Nineteen-year-old Olivia steals knowledge from sandstone libraries and sneers at engineering students wearing starched jeans with trainers so new they squeak. In her boyfriend’s
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