Maggie Writing

I love to listen to the sound of his rough index finger against the course spine of the page as he reveals the next I lay beside him ..

Outward, outward, outward again to the map in your room and the false promises you made to yourself in a caffeine stupor of overspendi..

The regular cadence of my steps pick up again as I step past the predictable melted garbage on the sidewalk Mindlessly stepping but o..