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I was a mother. I was a wife. I was— —I was The door clicks shut— and I’m breathless air, a question unasked, unformed. The street rings under unmoored…

In that fractured hour, time cracked like a bone, breath split sharp between throat and bone— each swell a surge, dragging me under, muscles clenched like fists, knuckles white, tight,…

Author’s note: Learning Czech is like… We started with coffee and a casual clause. Then you slipped into instrumental— and I never recovered. You’re the kind of language…

Lick the slip of it—peach-slick, spun. Let plump pulse press on soft lip. Murmur the vowel: round, ripe, low. Teeth tease juice from golden syllable skin. This line swells…

Sometimes I watch her watching me, wonder-struck, wavering, and let myself imagine the country conjured behind those eyes— softened by sunrise, soaked golden with grace, assembled from galaxies she gently…

You’re not going to be ready. Not when it happens— not when he arrives, not when you hold the test in your shaking hand, thinking you did everything right,…