I'm unfed, but I'm caffeinated.Plied with rice milk and coffee.You’re anxious, over-educated,And unbearably pretty. Scenes from a sunlit bachelor pad:A corner bed-frame, comic booksDry soap, a broken shower head,Scraggy towels, a single hook. You’re as broken as the rest,But you get away with it.I'll leave in a minute, gorgeous,Let me look at you for a... Continue Reading →
I don’t need you to hold me, but you have to keep me warm.
"It is a nice jacket, very cool, Sandra Dee." "Yeah, I've got chills, they're multiplying. I kept it on while I was waiting for you, just to show it off. It has so many pockets, I don't even need a purse! It makes me feel mad with power- not to be weighed down by a... Continue Reading →
You’ll have a Boston accent in no time.
I walked myself home from the date, alone.Past the silhouettes of a couple breaking up beneath the metal staircase at the construction site.Backlit by the street-lamps on the square, Snippets of her exasperation reverberating against the steel. Cold air and echoes of argument. I’ve done the whole flustered-but-adoring-academic routine before.Perfected the art.I could write a thesis... Continue Reading →
The hill I will die on is that I am not walking up that fucking hill with you.
Sunday, 12:59 p.m. I think I can see it, the end. There exists an illusion we face towards the exit, wherein the tunnel seems longer for a moment, Stretching out towards the light. Where we can slow down, hold our breath, and decide. I say this every Sunday. The I'm done with him mantra. But,... Continue Reading →
Christ, the man brought me a flower. Not flowers, a flower, a living breathing thing begging to be a metaphor.
God, I must be so convenient for you. I want to be careful.No,- I want to be adored.I am absolutely incapable of being careful, and relentlessly capable of care. You son of a bitch, you brought me a flower.Not flowers.Not some thing I can appreciate and let shrivel up by WednesdayLike ten bucks of affection... Continue Reading →
Well, who knew online dating could be so effective? Just matched with the guy and it already feels like we’re married.
I’m not usually this smooth. So, it had to go on record:
Play this while reading Last week at a swing dance event, I cuddled the wall and chatted up N., the DJ. “This song is about where I am from.” “Massachusetts? Really” “Yeah, the Boston area.” “Oh wow, now I will think of you every time I play it.” “I should be so lucky, to be... Continue Reading →
Olfactory Conundrums of a Hum-drum Existence
My shoulders smell like your sweat. I should soap up, Should wash you out. I’m sacred enough I’m decently dirty. Latex and lubricant scented everything, All my corners, how you’ve kissed them clean. What a thing to bend to, Each joint angled toward a lustful embrace with your mouth. I don’t even know you, And... Continue Reading →
It would seem that I'm an insatiable minx,Suggestively bruised,"Did I give you that scratch?" Just a bit of sweatBetween acquaintances. A bit of latex, and little left to the imaginationI'm having a delightful time,Save for the occasional sore throat.Though, perhaps I should practice more subtlety,Lest my reputation precede me. She makes a grand entrance, a... Continue Reading →