books i’ve read in 2017: when the moon was ours by anna-marie macklemore
[…] he and she were creek beds, quiet when they were full and quiet
when they were dry. but when they were half-full, wearing a coat of
shallow water, the current bumped over the rocks and valleys in the
creek beds, wearing down the earth. giving someone else a little of who
they were hurt more than giving up none or all of it.
knitting in the dark 