Cage Match

ā€œIā€™m fine,ā€ Ani says. Rage fills her right hand then overflows like a venti poured in an espresso shot. Steam and heat; hot-headed and mad; bitter black coffee, bitter taste and bitter disposition in a container too small for sensation to yet be realized. Her friend Lena asks: “So was he cheating on you?” Ani […]

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Dulce Luna

I peek at the moon From deep within the sheets Warmth Comfort The space my body occupies perfectly by itself I try to keep my skin alien to the beams Neck craned Posture compromised To avoid contact But when the light comes through the window Through the shutters It swallows everything in the room Soaks […]

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