Holiday Break – Returning January 2024
My hands won’t stop trembling, my stomach hurts. I hug myself to stop the feeling, but I can’t.
I feel my body plunge into the cool gray-blue windows of Mark’s eyes.
Mistakes were made. Elfje poetry in three parts.
When I stopped at home just now, I could feel her as if she were beside me.
I’m sitting in the creamy leather passenger seat of Mr. Paper’s fancy car as we approach Long Rifle Drive.