Sir Francis Drake

I text him, “Friend signal, help,” and thirty minutes later, he’s at my door. “Would going to the ocean help?” he asks. He drives me to Point Reyes. I get drunk on the way. “We’re going to die!” I scream, as he speeds down Sir Francis Drake Boulevard “Relax,” he says, “Close your eyes, if…

First Kiss

People have warned me that jumping into something new isn’t the best idea immediately after ending something toxic. I know, but, this heartbreak is hard to handle on my own, and he’s treating me just right. It’s as if someone gave him an instruction manual on how to love me. We laugh and talk for…