It is night. We dance in and out of each other’s hands, frenzied fireflies disoriented by the stars. You had loved me, once. And I, you. But for now we are not entranced by light and can take advantage of what the dark brings.

Day breaks.

You are already gone.

When she is not working, M.M.K. spends her time volunteering, reading, and writing. She considers one of her proudest accomplishments to be taming Mr. Giggles, a feral kitten aptly named for his constant hissing and spitting. He ended up being a total sweetheart.