She & He

she wore yellow everyday to make her happy, but sadness followed like a shadow. 

she flipped through the pages of a tarnished encyclopedia, yet she could not read.

she arranged peas and carrots into colonies, creating little families of vegetables 

before squashing them with the underside of her fork. 

she loved him with all her heart, but they had never met.

she was not really a she. 

she is me, and I am he.

Summer of Father

Summer of Father

Ladies Who Lunch

Ladies Who Lunch

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