My favorite part was laying at the edge of the world together. Backs on 200-year-old concrete. Faces at eternity old sky. Prosciutto and curry chicken …
Utah by Megan Waring
We stop at the only place with a food sign. Drive into nothing. Green River. See a diner. Sit by the window. Ask if that …
Baby Teeth by Megan Waring
I lost you like a yellow balloon With wrists so small it’s not enough bone to tie the ribbon tight enough. It floated away until …
Bad Guys by Megan Waring
No black hoodie and sunglasses. No lurking shadow. No dark alley. No knife in the back. No middle of the night. No in the closet. …
Clipped by Megan Waring
When all the stop lights on Main Street began flashing yellow we knew we were out past curfew. Our inner compasses should have been set …