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 Henry G. Miller I remember Lynn from college in Boston. We were both from Chicago and we both had big student loans. We became pals. She was fun but there was always something mysterious about her. Good-looking and always coming on. Maybe that’s why I liked being with her….