SAMPLE CULTURE

Sometimes I see others' words and know that a slight shift could make them sound poetic, like sliding to the other side of the bed to be in the last sliver of morning sunlight through the blinds.

You weren't

You weren't a lover, you were a tourist.

FROZEN

When you said "Hey" in the way that we say "Hey"—like the breath is being gently plucked from our lungs—I softened. When you kissed me, I melted. When you left, I froze.