Was? Is.

I had a girlfriend once. And a boyfriend. And a husband. Yes, at the same time. Yes, they all knew about each other.No, they weren't all together too.Well, my husband and my girlfriend were. And my boyfriend was my girlfriends husband. So we were all together in some ways I suppose. Were? Was?Were... Was... It … Continue reading Was? Is.

To Be(lieve), or Not to Be(lieve)

The trick is to never let yourself believe them. Care for them, let them make you laugh, let them win you over.Give them hope and promises for forever. But never believe them when they say they're going nowhere. Want them, want their bodies and their hearts and their smiles.Earn them. Take them. Hold them. Fuck … Continue reading To Be(lieve), or Not to Be(lieve)

Never Touching; Touching Everything.

Headlights cut through the flitting snowflakes through my window. My heart races. He’s here. Why is he here? He left a party. Left his buds. Left the booze. For what? Supernatural reruns. Stale Doritos. A worn merlot loveseat. Snoring, slumbering toddlers; one wall away. Sobriety. Reruns. Toddlers…. Why is he here? Our hands rest inches … Continue reading Never Touching; Touching Everything.

Broken Toys

If you heard the thoughts in my head,You would think me mad. Defective. A limbless baby doll, swept under the bed.Forgotten. A racecar with missing wheelsbeneath the stove.Discarded. A teddy bear with no stuffing,between the couch cushions.Abandoned. If you knew every tear that I shed, you would think me damaged.Broken. No one plays with broken … Continue reading Broken Toys