She knows. Ze knows. She doesn't know. They know. He doesn't know. That's the thing I do on mornings like these. I look at faces. And wonder if they know. Our eyes meet and I can always tell if they're carrying the weight too. Those soul windows are a clear indicator of whether they know her name or that once again the notion that "all lives matter" has been disproven because his didn't. Thing is, some eyes never seem to know and others never have a chance at not knowing. Many of those spi[...]
Summer after 8th grade year, something happened... That's why we don't like the heat where I'm from. Praying the groundhog always sees his shadow so we stave off sunny days just a bit longer. Everybody knows what happens when God brings that heat so if it's all the same to you, we'll take the winter. I still remember the first time I felt the heat. First time I understood what happens when it gets that hot, the sticky-suffocating-can't-breathe kind of heat. It came in that sudden, shocki[...]