The Fight

The room wasn’t bad for Manhattan. Sure, it was only slightly larger than a jail cell, but there was a window! And a lamp! And a private bathroom! And after a couple of minutes you got used to the s... Read More

Ode to an Ex

Leave me alone. What are you even doing here anymore? And by “here”, I mean, in my head. Why do you assume there’s still a place for you in my thoughts? You’re so entitled. So unmoving. Will y... Read More