A fight. What Mina was going through with Jun was not a fight. Nothing even close to it.
4.18
Survival Test
He told stories of plunging into icy rivers in only his underwear or cobbling together skit costumes from branches and dirty socks. He craved strange foods: dehydrated stews and some drink he called “Tang.”
Sunday Evening (and other poems)
I’ve said before it’s like getting home—/
been sitting with my book and wine and fraction/
of attention always scanning for more of the habit-pain/