To A Lover Not Yet Returned

I miss you. The way our faces stack as we lie on our sides, not yet ready to leave the warmth of each other's bodies; the scent of the oils gathered in the crease of your nose, your neck. I would like to nestle there.


Dichotomies of a Beginner Cyclist’s Mind

Do I want a car? I just chose not to have one for financial, environmental, and personal goals' sake. I am attached to the idea of becoming a cyclist and pedestrian. But...