One Night Thing

Katrina K Guarascio When I come home to an empty house, the only remnant of you a crumpled sheet and empty coffee cup, it is not sadness or remorse that weighs in my gut. More a hollowness, like catching a green and yellow bird in the palm of hand and holding it just long enough […]

One Night Thing

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