Celebrating [spaces] 10th Year Anniversary. Starting from today, [spaces] is going to review all of our pieces from past journals
SOMEDAY, MY DEAR, WE’LL BE PERFECT
Come to my heart, my dear, and we’ll tip-toe past my parents’ bedroom, silent giggles and shushing fingers. We’ll lie on a blanket beneath the glow-in-the-dark stars of my childhood, watching them prance about with long-reflected light. I’ll tell you the truth in alliteration and rhyme and our hearts will beat a syncopated rhythm as we trace our names on each other’s chests. I’ll tell you a tale of Hub City and its many-splendoured inhabitants, all adorned in trenchcoats and questions. I’ll ramble and rave until silenced. And we’ll sleep.