Discretionary Love

Can I meet you again… for the first time? Those memories will become realities and new moments. We were so young, too young to know

He showed up on my doorstep with that smile, sunflowers, a bag of Swedish Fish, like it was just another night. That’s no way to

She instructs me in the language of fruit. Rambutan -soft-spined, red-laced – a grape in disguise, she says. But a grape is already a grape,

I’m glad I’m married, I’m glad I am married to you. I was thinking about it on the train, excess soap agitated my ring, I

We don’t exactly finish each other’s sentences. But when we rose up to meet that two-lane Wisconsin road, we traded verses from CCM songs. Point

I love you. In the hushed half light, as darkness bows in deference to day,  I hear the words for the first time.   Voiced

Your hands falter in the air. Dangling like stuffed animals on a child’s mobile, they are tools the epitome of perfect if your aim is

Before you moved away With promises we would See each other again I imagined the men  Behind the Free posts On Facebook Marketplace As newly-divorced

The scent of your word tempts me to turn away from need, in ways that lure scavengers to scarcity. Those enclosed conduct their symphony, noting

There are days I think of Adam’s heart exploding, as my heart exploding like a fluted glass shattering into a billion shards inside of me.