The Will
It’s a soft weekend morning, and I’m feeling your caressesTalking ’bout our thirties, how I’ll never be a missusI prayed … Continue reading The Will
It’s a soft weekend morning, and I’m feeling your caressesTalking ’bout our thirties, how I’ll never be a missusI prayed … Continue reading The Will
That quivering tone your voice takes,
I want to always know
its sound as you meander through stories.
I want to always feel your breath,
growing heavy as you tire,
coming out in wafts as you laugh,
binding up in the back
of your throat as you grow tender. Continue reading Bedside Manner
There’s a certain way that you lay the sheets and quilts — perhaps more generously to one side — that … Continue reading The Fine Art of Bed Making
It’s a thermos. It’s a postcard. It’s a shirt you left at my place. Your chicken is burnt, like your … Continue reading Stardust