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.
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Blind Tiger (and other poems)
Nobody saw you coming or going, and you had no idea who was hiding in the dark cabin
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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.