Tag Archives: love
I Wrote This
I wrote this because I don’t know how to tell you things. I wrote this because I can still taste you on my lips. I wrote this because I don’t know how drunk you were. I wrote this because I … Continue reading
To Get Caught Up
The married men I’ve fucked, without divergence, have all been older than me, with beards. My therapist says it’s a Daddy issue, but my Father never had a beard in his life, and the idea of sleeping with him makes … Continue reading
Safety Glass
When he is at his most fragile, when he is at his breaking point, he must always remember: if he is broken, he is good for little more than cutting anyone who reaches out to him. If he is to … Continue reading
She Was The Kind Of Girl
She was the kind of girl who took pictures of parts of herself. Her eyes. Her lips. The curve where her neck met her shoulder. She obsessed about all of these tiny shards of herself, finding perfection in only three … Continue reading
The Nowhere
The place was all at once a still, crescent-shaped pool beneath a massive gold-leafed willow, a dusty store with shelves and racks and closets overflowing with every item imaginable, a set of impossibly tall, echoing hallways paved in intricate marble … Continue reading