Half baked Petal dreams White flowers Pink seams Blow across Pavement dark Tiny runners No marks Rain drops Hold them down Thunder rolls No other sound

I’m fine It’s fine It’s all okay We’re playing with glass But surprised when it breaks Head strong Heart strong It’s all just a game

That Saturday night during her last year at college, she came home for the weekend.  In his parent’s basement she curled up in the corner of the old rec room sofa, a blanket over her lap, while his parents...