Lost Girl

One day, I ended up among one-sided socks, misplaced keys, piles of couch change, pieces of toys, earring backs, and that one shoe. The landscape of the absent only remembered upon seeing them again. A terrain made of the out of sight and out of mind for too long. I wondered how I ended upContinue reading “Lost Girl”

Collection

  You said, “that’s the last of it,” as you gathered your things. The parts of you I once shared you held in a brown cardboard box. Then you were gone. But you were a master of stamping yourself in many places, on many things, a cardboard box couldn’t hold. You stamped yourself on partsContinue reading “Collection”