How I know my person is my person: cheeseburger hoagie edition. I remember thanking my high-school best friend for always coming on my questionable, poorly planned adventures with me.They’ve taken us to sleeping on the floor of the greyhound station after walking rashes into both of our thighs, afraid to take the subway.Down a creek,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Cheeseburger Hoagie”
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Madeline May I... 