Circa 2015 To My Poet, I am a cursive body running laps on your notepad telling you the story of how we first met. I am the best type...

Circa 2015 I sleep at ease when the scent of last night stitches into my clothes. I breathe, and every past good or bad decision we...

Circa 2016 There’s a rush that swells your chest and suddenly you discover lust in slow motion. My heart is ripe. It’s ruddy I look at...