Take a Deep Breath
late Spring, 2020 So this is how it happens. Two days in, I tell my girlfriend that I want a pool so I could scream underwater. I’m afraid the bathtub’s reverberations would worry the dogs, and in-ground concrete can absorb more than cannonballs, muffled calls of “Marco,” summer thunder. I can already taste chlorine— can puff-cheeks, emit an upward dribbleof… Read more →