Open Letter To My Ex Best Friend

I have lost my best friend. Lost her like a gold coin that I kept too close to the top of my pocket, playing with it, admiring it, so enchanted with it that I didn’t want it to get too far from me, that when I danced around, it must have fallen out into the thick…

Seldom Allowed

Sometimes when I’m alone, I think about you, flinging aside the reserve I let others think I have, dropping the pretense of hating you, gifting myself with the freedom to remember and to imagine a parallel universe. Before you lay flat, you were tall, with limbs that hugged mine, joined to me from the place…