America by Leanne Grabel
My friends are dying. Aren’t yours? It seems like weekly. I hope it’s not contagious. I want to die later after I learn how to breathe without wearing my shoulders like bunny ears. I want to wait until my chest stays open for most of the day and my hands don’t clench or claw. I want some days during which soft is the first word … Continue reading America by Leanne Grabel
