Empress Indignant

And how is this the same body that bent at the small of the back, en route to the moon—stopstopSTOP—lest you arrive too soon.

Love is a big place an easy find a quick elevator ride

Forever, you say, is how we console children you don't believe in consolation but I am a child

How often I've imagined your voice after coffee; the sound like scratching; the smell like desert. How often I've imagined your fingers...