stories that become you
The layout of the house imprints itself on my memory.
Mr. Finn Fridays
I remember that I am in control, that I don’t have to do anything that I don’t want to do.
I bite back the embarrassment, the shame, I swallow and embrace the pride.
There’s nothing as lonely as a vacant main street.
Flow brings to mind rhythm, repetition, a knowing of what might come next.