Words

I sit at the computer in the morning and just before dinner, and my fingers tap keys, and the letters form before my eyes. Sometimes I remember when I first learned to type, and I watched a movie in the theatre and could not stop typing what they spoke. I felt so...

Burrito boy, he’s a bird

He is a 6 pound, 13 ounce flannel burrito and feels like blessed air in my arms. His dark brown hair peeks from a tiny yellow beanie, and closed eyelids dance dreams. I feel his hands and their thin skin, and I stroke his chin, and I tell him he is our special boy,...

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