I Let A Homeless Man Sleep On My Couch And Came Home To A House I Barely Recognized

will you go, I asked, my voice trembling more than I wanted it to. Somewhere Miller can’t find me, he said. Somewhere I’m not a liability to a woman who is already two notices away from the street.

I thought about the door that no longer jammed. I thought about Oliver’s homework finished on time, about the way the air in the apartment felt lighter simply continue reading …