She runs away before winter solstice, is gone through Christmas Eve and Christmas, comes home right before New Year’s, looking ruddier, more vibrant. Home being relative, and in this case referring to the place she keeps the most stuff. The most jackets and the most boots and the most dresses and the most diaries. Also […]
the time is coming when i will go back into the photojournalist i feel it like that child of five scary thing behind me falling up dark cellar stairs the time is coming when i will crawl back into him or he will come back into me hey, did i ever tell you how he was already a part […]
He says she’s guarded, that she’s got armor. But that doesn’t sound like her. Her words are more like . . . Poise. And subterfuge. She’s perched in his windowsill, writing. The house is old. It’s early morning and there is spring snow falling, uncertain in its descent. She left the house early for coffee. “Lie […]
why are you already a home to me and why was walking in on you, asleep on the couch to the left like walking through a dream i’d had as a child of the woman I would one day become the taste and smell of your breath […]
Sometimes (all the time) I get scared that men will want something from me. Something heavier, more hidden, than my attention, my time. Something that will require I give an explanation. Even when I have nothing to say. Sometimes (all the time), I believe this. You either get me or you don’t. “But all I […]
So I’m six days into my month-long commitment to steer clear of sexy men when Chief reaches out via Skype. “A whole month?” he teases. “How you gonna make it?” “I don’t know,” I tell him. “The chastity belt should help.” Chief is in the military. Once lived on a submarine for four years. Four […]
Now that we are at the boarding house Sunny is a not-Sunny. He leaves often and never takes me and pre-dawn comes back to a heavy sleep from which he can’t be woken. “Who are you?” I whisper to his hulking form when I am sure it has reached its slumberdepths. “Tell me what you […]
and he reclines on the couch and, while not technically interrupting my story, totally interrupts my story by pulling down his pants to show me that he’s ready to go. to my memory, i’ve never been so in love with a man’s cock, and it’s just getting fucking ridiculous. i stumble over a few more […]
I really wish I could do this. In the first month we shared a dream, even. But I’m fucking up already, and I can tell the road we’re on by the bumps. I’ve been over these bumps before. And I don’t like this road. I know where it goes and it’s not a good place […]
~ It’s true that I feel a fervor for him right now. But despite the urgent acceleration of desire, I plan to just linger here. Stretch out in my burning house and appreciate the flames. ~ (his fingers trace slowly down the long side of my torso, raising chills & his midsection bears down when I squirm […]
my delusions 