The Man at The Gym

The Man at The Gym

Before the magazine article told him about beauty—
perfection as an equation he’d yet to solve—
he was special. As a boy, all of the stray dogs

This Is Where I Say Goodbye

This Is Where I Say Goodbye

I’m looking for him. Even among the crowds he was taller than almost everyone else. I would look for his smile, his encouragement. But today I won’t see him. I won’t hear him scream “Run, Anna, run!” while he waves his arms above the rest of the crowd so that I can’t miss him.