Anger.

The tiktoks I make about having once been suicidal make her angry. I asked her why.

In Spite Of Everything

I sit with my younger self on the eve of a new day.

Sobriety

I am dizzy off of you.

Committing This To Memory

The fear is itself consumed by an urge to climb the center console and curl up in her lap.

Beautiful Things

Soap bubbles collect at our feet. Her eyes remain closed as I touch her cheek and rest my forehead against hers.