Here’s the story: I met my boyfriend in a park in Chicago. I’d like to tell you that we met by chance, swimming in the lake, or through mutual friends, or at a bar. We didn’t.
Blind Tiger (and other poems)
Nobody saw you coming or going, and you had no idea who was hiding in the dark cabin
Tragic Magic (excerpt)
This was my initiation into a world where the way people felt about each other didn’t necessarily come from personal involvement.