Night-time, mid-week and liberated by fake ID we’re out. My teenage friend is sprawled across a car bonnet boyfriend on top riding and grinding her.
Read MoreMy husband didn’t make it on Marcel Proust’s Questionnaire—he didn’t even come close. My idea of happiness? I nodded and played back memories
Read MoreIt’s no accident that I’m writing to you poolside from a rehab on the west coast of Phuket rather than from the library at Sing
Read Moreas a part of her royal suffering held fast to moon beams as her late night refuge and they soon became her only link with
Read MoreWe desire beginnings: for the new question And answer To love, that gives us ourselves. The look of your eyes, The rim of its opaque
Read MoreShallow-end drowning is no myth to us. A couple inches here is all we need to wash or die. I can hold my breath under
Read Morei invite her to dine with me a casual occasion where formally i shall seek intimate polite conversation that wants to explore the intricacy of
Read MoreI own that mansion, the one near the beach with the floor-to-ceiling windows, the walkway lined with statues of men mid-run as if frozen at
Read MoreThe kind – whittle the world, careful strokes that shape a truth, a need, a sadness. Rough edges exposed in patience, carving the texture to
Read MoreI firmly believe that infatuation is an Alchemist frothed in coastal sea foam Growing up, I was obsessed with the minty shade and hue That
Read MoreYou taste like gin and .40s and you say you don’t hate anything about me. We kiss. And kiss again. Kisses that eat the miles
Read MoreIt’s not your remaining burning cold on my skin that I mind (Somebody new will extinguish the frost and carve me into a sandcastle— or
Read MoreThe sky is dying flame. Let’s whisper its virtues on the porch. No sob stories, no regret Not with what we have accomplished. The willful
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