You were 8 and I was not really all you’ve ever wanted in a girl. In fact, you were at that stage in your life when you couldn’t bother with trying to see the difference between a boy and a girl. You would plant your lips on anything that looked beautiful to you. You would run your stubby, dirty fingers through anything that caught your attention for more than 5 minutes. Because little Kim Jongin was always the kid who could not stay still. And 5 minutes is too long, you would whine. Much too

We were asked to write a response to Jamaica Kincaid "Girl" for my Creative Non-fiction class some 2 summers ago. http://www.thesae.k12.ca.us/apps/download/mAyAZX5yjR1CTUVTqlvLuDtnyDIATlYLqshuMeIxmRxmz1AQ.pdf/Reading%20activities%20-%20Girl%20by%20Jamaica%20Kincaid.pdf This is my "ode" to all th

I want to fly to the world you're in so i can hold you and tell you that it's alright. You don't have to try so hard. You are loved.

the one who left. gambling things, giving up things. regrets, priorities, decisions.   courting disaster.

 "So, how come when I reach out my fingers, it feels like more than distance between us?"   It comes to him in flashes. Flashbacks, and flashforwards. He comes to him in flashes. Not moving back, not moving forward.  

this is a story about bacon and Iron Man and goodbyes and maybe a little bit of i love you somewhere.