Mar 18, 2018
The stories fit together like Russian nesting dolls One perfectly inside of the other The second summer trailing after the first like a lost, brown eyed puppy The very same room, the very same context Not the very same feeling but the memory of that feeling The hope that it would come back, the nervous laughter and sunshine through the wall of windows turning the room into a greenhouse where I thought maybe that feeling could grow up the walls and take root in the rafters.
Nesting Dolls
