Milking the Muscle
I loved them for not knowing, what time it was. For magenta sports bras paired with turquoise printed capri pants that weren’t worn looking for attention. For their foreign accents, […]
Tag Archives: Spring
Becoming
It was January and my winter-worn Spirit longed for a reprieve. Bones that had caught the chill of a city’s unrelenting grey concrete winter, asking skin to know the warmth […]
