Graveyard Shift

Graveyard Shift

Cold floor colder than my sweat,  his voice a Tennessee hush at my ear, hand soft on my back as if to say he will not hurt me if he doesn’t have to so I know I got to do my part to help him, show I’m hardly breathing, not blinking, not looking at his shoe...
What to Give Her

What to Give Her

No makeup or mirrors, nothing that reflects,no TV screens, no tinted glass, no tin.No clinging clothes or cameras,no photos or frames,no possibility of any shape, trapped.No trappings of any kind,no pedicure, no perfect pearl,no clutch of orchids.Not one thing for a...