A vignette of a sixteen-year-old who babysits his younger siblings over the holidays.
The third part in my series of short shorts about loving but not needing coffee.
Me trying to be vulnerable.
A poem about finding a place in the world.
Following my roommate, Lydia, and I on the three days we were in the Dallas area.
Coffee is only sometimes kryptonite.
The end of the line being "gutter."