I’d Rather Poke A Fork In My Eye
Back then I was in between, between marriage and the divorce, between where I am today, who I am today, and who I was with him, my ex. I’d lived with a friend for about a year, and when we parted ways I found a place on my own downtown, and I liked where I was, who I was, and what possibilities lay ahead. I … Continue reading I’d Rather Poke A Fork In My Eye