Poetry

“What Happened to Winona Ryder” by Erin McIntosh

I looked up and saw the wrong thing. I walked over and did something bad. I mean, I felt bad about it afterward. We were fifteen when we learned to stop talking about what we really mean. It was an exercise in driving our care to the dump. Shoving it out of the car and… Continue reading “What Happened to Winona Ryder” by Erin McIntosh