Departure By Erika L. Sánchez

Departure By Erika L. Sánchez Oh, my needy pocket, the crooked tunnel that is not, in fact,  a tunnel. You have brought me joy. You have brought me. Who am I to question? First— Chill—Then Stupor—Then the evacuation. And  a man with a stained shirt. My legs spread. Are you sure? he asked. Yes, I said.  Will she come back? Will she come back? Will she […]