A list of things that fit on our king sized bed with us on it: Two cats; a dozen sweatshirts; a sense of belonging I have never felt before in my life; one-eighth of our polycule; three stuffies the size of a toddler; getting lost…

Sometimes, I pretend to still be sleeping. Eyes unopened, Still wrapped around her.   I revel in the snores Even when they’re deafening. The warmth of my bare chest Pressed against her bare back. Her hair tangled in my septum piercing.   Not daring to…

The only gift I ever wanted came to me, The only thing I’ve ever wanted, since I was three When all I ever wanted was to be Happily married To, exactly, only and both: Brad and Dee Forever happened forever and it never came to…