Middle School [Stay, Little One, Stay]

More like sub-aqueous rumors that only he could hear, than like bubbles that did not rise, except to his ear; more like words in an alphabet soup— not swimming, but suspended, like he was, too alive to be here, but here anyway—than a baby, fat in the sink. For he had been promised birth. EvenContinue reading “Middle School [Stay, Little One, Stay]”