He wrote, I read. We become us.

My friend Cap is a writer. Or at least he went to school for writing, and he writes, and it is good. And seeing’s how I use too many commas, I admire Cap’s writing. Go check out his stuff. Deeply personal, and beautifully descriptive.

“Mother, opened,
showed us what the world
was made of. Invisible wounds
before our eyes, and our mouths
sucked in air.”


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