on unlearning

I don’t plan to cry when he leaves—that’s not the girl I am at all—but it sneaks up on me when I put my head down in the crook of his neck. His shirt is so soft and it strikes me hard and fast that no one is going to be here to tuck me […]

she’s cold outside

It is winter and I am holed up in a hotel room, writing. More and more lately, this is where you can find me. There is both a good and a bad to this. I’ve long known this was the life I was supposed to lead. I tried really hard to set up a home and be that […]

the unmade bed

so some alarm on his phone chimes and he slides out of bed and into the shower. and before i’ve really thought it through, i’m fleeing my own hotel room. because my love for him is a fucking delicious knife in my heart, and it’s killing me and vitalizing me in the way that I very much […]

absence

“I want you to be fast asleep when I get there.” This is the text he sends, in response to my letting him know I’m in the city. It’s a little game we play. Although, honestly, I’d forgotten. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and there is no guarantee that the unknowing […]

in touch with your sister

“You might want to get in touch with your sister,” the email says. It’s from Mum, of course, and I know this despite her having another new last name. “You might want to get in touch with your sister.” Our first correspondence in eight or twelve or six hundred years. No signature. No subject header. […]