JOY USED TO BE

Firecracker explosions, pomp and circumstance, volume set to maximum. As a child, it was Disney World, upside-down on monkey bars bubble wrap on New Year’s Eve, chasing after ice cream trucks. It is Independence Day 2000-something and my megaphone heart even melts loudly. How simple it is now– no longer broadcasted to the world ThisContinue reading “JOY USED TO BE”

ONE OF THOSE THINGS

I love a boy who loves me and it is our secret. One of those tight-lipped magical things, those unspoken meet me in the morning, let me clutch your hand behind blind eyes, only letting go when a twig snaps kinds of things. One of those classified, juvenile, underground things, those blushing, clandestine, hush-hush things–Continue reading “ONE OF THOSE THINGS”