Because in bed, my son, curled small beside me, turned toward me, said, You’re most beautiful in the night-light dark. Then he brushed his hand along my jaw. Someday he'll be someone’s lover.
— TriQuarterly (@TriQuarterlyMag) May 24, 2018
"Your Small Towns of Adult Sorrow & Melancholy" by Monica Berlin https://t.co/x3h7fNSCdH pic.twitter.com/LqdsWGikhR