by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
By Bradley Hamlin Rachmaninoff and I feel her brown eyes like oblivion and bliss listening to “Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini” at 3 a.m. tired but I slept when I held her in her house last night and those eyes were closed to drunken winters and I wonder how…
