A Reckless Train of Misinformation, A Foggy Bloom of Trust, A Hushed Song of Fidelity.

I promised Wednesdays to the blog, I promised this month to the book, and my Sundays to a poetry course. I promised my heart and my body and the rosewater-inoculated burden of monogamy to a man, and I have been spending most of my evenings wrapped in his arms. It’s saved me a little money... Continue Reading →

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