I've noticed there's this thing you do when you laugh sometimes. When you throw your head back and pinch your eyes closed, and both palms are flat on your hips. Right now it's my favorite thing in the world.

God, I wish you'd been asleep on the bus ride back. So I'd have never sat next to you, and we'd never have had that conversation. Your ( Read more... )

Today, out on the autumn road, where the asphalt dipped low into the valley and a stiff sky met vermilion canopies, I thought about all the purest frustrations children fumble with. All those schoolyard hang-ups that left us feeling miserable and divine all at once... that first crush... the one that brought the first, clean, unadulterated pains ( Read more... )

Shoulders bumping, you lead us at your pace and nix my cigarette. There is autumn in my lungs and a rosy October spring to my step. A fleecy swatch of smoke from your mouth tumbles over the air currents and slips shyly into mine.