Bildungsroman: Climate Control
When the air kicked on, I used to
pretend it was the breath of everything
near by that just died: bugs, birds, the way
people...
The Other Side
1.
I cradle it in the palm of my hand.An eggshell, still warm.
Something
hatched here—its scent
clings to my dreamskin.
I can almost feel its
weight, this...