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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Canard avec Chanterelles
By Sharon Bishop He arrives at half past five in the evening, an hour before the dinner party. I let him in, feeling the slide of his muscles as he lifts the bags to the counter top and empties the contents. With gentle movements, he lines up the lemons, the…