Act Two: a poem about feeling

A slight, sugary burn, Coats the sides of my tongue. You know, the parts that lift up slightly, and push up against molars? It makes sense, I suppose, to feel an uptilt in the soft flesh, nestled between my teeth. Someone told me, just this week, ‘You have no control over a story, once it’sContinue reading “Act Two: a poem about feeling”