The Other Man Was My Tears: On Crying in Secret

Crying in the Shower

I slump against the shower wall, fumbling for the spout.

As soon as the hot water hits me, water springs from my own eyes. It’s like a rainstorm in the desert. My lungs open like desert blooms, and I sob with my full might.

I hear footsteps in an adjacent room.  » Read more

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