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 Leisha Douglas of the parts is still parts unified in some other form. Within us, galaxies, though we prefer not to think of ourselves as metal, mineral, liquid. Cells renew every seven years, so you are not really who you were. You are always exchanging elements, always becoming. You…