By Andi MylesNovember 30, 2022 Yesterday, I burned my hand,and you got Shakespeare in the divorcewhich feels unfair.You were beautiful in your knowingness—thesense that you already knew my secrets, but even morethat I knew yours—a greenish gold shimmeringthe good kind of ache, the hero ofour story.For a few glorious moments,we read the same pages.But once... Continue Reading →