Hyphenation
–coming before a noun that boasts an idea–The fusion of two gametes into a double-helixed, pent-up prenuptial product. A pillar of potential–there are ensuing ideas ensconced in the folds of the uterus–a multiplicity of the self, and self, and self and somehow, after enough vivacious lovemaking, a newness bubbles, eeking fresh grow-marks into a world with its belt on too-tight.
Drew Rodriguez-Michel
What do you do when you learn something about someone that you wish you hadn’t? Someone you used to be really close to – who you thought you shared your heart and soul with? I have. In a moment, a stained glass panel through the centerfold of my mind split along the colored lines. What do you do if these cracks start to bleed grey fog –maybe the truth revealed was one that extends far beyond just you? Every time you think about it the morass thickens. What do you do when a story must be told that isn’t yours to tell? Honestly I wish I knew. Maybe eventually I’ll know.
