I used to be able to tell you anything. Through your silences and perfectly-timed kisses, you opened me up to every word I wanted to speak. Vulnerability, honesty, they were stirred by the taste of your tongue. And together we began unfolding.
Your smile breaks stillness, ripples on a pond, spreading to your eyes. I breathe in water, smirking, waiting, to drown happily in your laughter.
You like to insist that you were my first man; the first to hold me in solid arms, in a frame that would protect me. You teased me saying I was half in love, and honestly, I was.
God fucking damnit. Mia pulled the false lashes off for the second time. Glue made fine stringy lines before snapping and sticking to her eyelid, mixing with mascara. She was not off to a good start. Still, at least she wasn’t in a rush. There was exactly one hour before the shoot and an Uber…
When I was very young, I made her. Or should I say, I met her? She was woven from the threads of my imagination, stars pinned in wild, dark hair, gold dust on her feet.
I want to run my tongue along your crooked teeth, bite your lips, feel you breathe. And if you want a piece of me, all you have to do is ask.
Perhaps I have had too much. Too much love, too much sex, too many showers. I’ve been blurring the lines, slipping in and out of arms, tumbling between sheets, and landing in a tangle of my own limbs with my angry, laughing heart pumping in the middle of it all. And I have no one…
When your body wasted away and became nothing more than a carcass filled with cancer, we began the bureaucratic business of dealing with death. I never saw your body. I waited on the other side of an indifferent doorway while those stronger than me went to see what the disease had left behind. My sister…
I’m morbidly fascinated with edges. The edges of blades, glinting and indifferent. The edges of rooftops, sudden and unforgiving. The edges that separate me from another, the invisible lines and definitions of our relationships, the tangible ridges of our clothes.
First, inspect all of your fingernails–ALL of them.