The Right Thing
I don’t think we revisit the past. We write each journey back like a story, using the unreliable, movie-still fragments of memory. Sometimes it is a snatch of a conversation, or a detail of something insignificant, or a smell, or the way the air or the sun felt on my skin in that moment, the […]
Unmaking #NaPoWriMo – Day 26
As the dark sky turns to a livid bruise you strip me with words and silences of all my little lies, my comfortable vanities. Always, at first, there is the little hesitation, the cusp of night where levity teeters like a coin tossed up into the airless void. Your razor fingered grasp of the moment […]
Pretty Vaginas
This is one of those rant posts, prompted by this: I wish I had a pretty vagina. — Mush•Mouth (@GirrlGenius) April 24, 2013 One assumes, therefore, that this woman thinks she has an ugly vagina. What, you might very well ask, constitutes a ‘pretty’ or an ‘ugly’ vagina? Although I often say I don’t have […]
He Feeds Me Sticky Dreams #NaPoWriMo – Day 24
He feeds me sticky dreams by the spoonful like a wicked tease. He feeds me metal on skin the whispered cut that will not close. He feeds me ice on hot bruises and the terror of his absence. He feeds me absolution in a shot glass kiss straight up. He feeds me the soft company […]
Reach #NaPoWriMo – Day 22
I lay cradled in the sand chilled from a long night salt moist sea sucked and I pretended it was your arms, the rumbling ocean echoes of you in my bones. Sometimes I’m sure my love is strong enough to wrench you from sleep in that brittle historic clay like an Adam, somnolent from a […]
Darkness at Seven #NaPoWriMo – Day 20
Cool dark my feet squeak on old cracked tiles and the cat follows, as if I have something to offer besides a whisper. You are not my cat. Contracted with age, there is only so much space in my heart to fit the affections I have accumulated over the years.
Hollows #NaPoWriMo – Day 19
I love a man full of hollows: the abyss of his past, the hours of silence, the base of his throat were sweat collects on high summer nights. I would not have him complete for all the world.
Love locked – NaPoWriMo – Day 18
This metaphor scares me. Mechanisms snapped shut in a rash moment, intractable demands and traps, of metal teeth clenched once in spasm, then rusted shut. I love you in living flesh and airy rooms, in the mazes of night and moist, new mornings.
Duality #NaPoWriMo – Day 17
Torn between the past and the future sky and earth my body and my mind your embrace and open spaces cruelty and pleasure sometimes I fall apart
Afterglow #NaPoWriMo Day 16
After the dream devours me, the eyetooth punctures flesh like ripe fruit, taut resistance, a gasp of pain and, then the shocked silence of torn skin. After my pores open as one, relinquishing their burdens on clean sheets that bind and cling now with the pernicious embrace of lovers frightened by loss. After the spasms […]