“You have to believe me,”                        he said. I wake up in the morning and rub my eyes.My hair is cascading in unruly swirlsover my shoulders.The snow is falling in sweet caressesover my windowsill.He is sittingwith his back to me and mutteringfrantically about something I don’t know.His fingers are tapping on the deskas they doContinue reading “malfunction”