You dropped a dish, and with it all pretenses. You asked if I was leaving. Kneeling in these shattered half-truths, I can't lie. “I don’t know. Do you want me to?” “No.” Our mended hearts are fragile, and in each others’ hands.
It was a long night. We started with the good stuff, switched to the cheap whiskey, and later, switched back. Two truths and a lie, play till ten points. "Ultimate loser washes the winner's car," Jack said. "Inside and out." And he promised to take the Barracude to the Mojave if he won. Which he … Continue reading Details
They didn't know that girls like you are trouble for girls like me. Your perfect nails, your laugh in the dark. They didn't expect your vulnerability to be the thing to break me. I didn’t expect to be the one to break.
Learning to Swim
I speak when I should listen. Leap when I should look. I ride the wave of my self-righteousness until it crashes and, drowning, reach for the first hand I see. Now, fist closing on air, I am engulfed: I've never swum alone.
I can picture it. The orderly, bringing in the mail. The postcard with pictures of us, the happy couple, dated two weeks ago and signed, "With all my love -- Renie." The orderly asks, “Who got married?” My mother replies, “I don’t know.”