Erica Lorraine Scheidt

  • In the tell-me-again times, (…) when my mom and I lived in a little apartment in a little building downtown, I slept in her bed. It was a raft on the ocean, a cloud, a forest, a spaceship, a cocoon that we shared. I could stretch out like a five-pointed star and then she'd bundle me back up in her arms. I'd wake in the morning tangled in her hair

    Erica Lorraine Scheidt
  • I belong here, I tell Toy. I'm hungry for every city block. Every brick building. Every crowded intersection. Electric. I feel brand new

    Erica Lorraine Scheidt
  • It's hard, omigod remember? Being a kid

    Erica Lorraine Scheidt
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