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 Colin Dodds Maybe you’re just older Maybe you shouldn’t have driven that last thousand miles on the soft shoulder Getting through the night can be a kind of art. The truth is negotiable you just never know which parts. Maddened that you can’t choose the things you keep, and…