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…
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By Peycho Kanev Two Girls play in the Shade, by an Oak, their plastic dolls are battered and eyeless. the Sun tries to kiss their sweaty cheeks, but the Shade encompasses the small bodies. My old house sits quiet, on the street. I sit in a rocker behind a drawn…