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.

Announcement

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.”

Exhale

In the span of a breath, everything changed. Only I didn’t know it then. Before, back when I was just plain Renée and things were easy, I'd walk into a place, score another notch on my belt. I'd bring them home and let them leave. And that was okay. It was more than fine, because everybody … Continue reading Exhale

Ladies’ night

Tonight is Ladies’ Night! the sign read. Scrawled underneath: Every night is ladies’ night at the Mink.  I straightened my tie. Paid the five dollar cover just for show. I caught your eye, and in the span of a breath, everything changed.

Go

She didn't use words. She didn’t expect me to listen. I saw what I expected to hear in the line of her jaw, the curl of her fingers. I read my deficiencies in her silence: an unfaithful translation of our love story.