Valuables
My mother’s jacket is at my back. Faded denim stitched onto pilled felt, a gift I stole with permission. She bought it in a set of three a pair of two. I see her love in every button, but she’s just grateful it’s getting use….
My mother’s jacket is at my back. Faded denim stitched onto pilled felt, a gift I stole with permission. She bought it in a set of three a pair of two. I see her love in every button, but she’s just grateful it’s getting use….
A sharp pain rings out from behind your right ear. Directions tilt. Your body stiffens; your pupils dilate. The pavement is speeding towards your eyes. Brace for impact. You are standing outside a bar. Your head feels clear. Free of memories and haze. Lonely, yet…