belonging

“I own you,” he told her, at a time when he didn’t. And back then, she found the words bizarre, egotistical, naive. But more recently he’s become the conduit for her gaining a reality so lucid that she can’t help but submit to the truth in the statement. And she wonders how he knew before she did. Or if […]

the carpenter

“How did I do?” he texts. He’s big on feedback. Likely because he knows he’s good. “You fuck like a bull,” she teases him. “LOL. Yeah, I have a lot of different ways of fucking,” he responds, and she doesn’t think much about it. Until the next time, when he shows her some of the […]

happy endings

Love is a funny thing. I never seem to get it right. But even so. Even when I screw up. And it’s over. And I’m left with my heartache. Left to muse over its rich complexities. There are still surprises. Like finding myself washed over by an insane calm. As if breathing is not the […]

celia

I was in Montana the night we lost my sister. But I was on my way home, too. What? I was. Montana was a bust. Like Brazil before it. But different, I suppose. Montana was a bust in an I-accidentally-moved-in-with-a-male-stripper-who-gets-into-knife-fights kind of way. Whereas with Brazil I had simply underestimated the impact of the third […]