I fumble for the switch, slap it off. The only light is the flickering of the EXIT sign, staining her pink. I pretend these are your lips, your hands, your teeth digging into my skin. I let her take what is yours.
There’s a house I pass four times a day: twice in the morning and twice in the evening. It’s on the corner of a quiet side street between the bike route and daycare. It’s one of those grand Portland houses with a wide front porch, old-style double-hung windows, and rosebushes and rhododendrons planted along the … Continue reading Linda
I’m getting married again. The first time I got married, we started planning a year in advance. We had hand-made invitations and complicated seating charts for almost a hundred friends and family members. We tasted cakes and wines and hors d’ouevres. We agonized over the guest list. We booked a ballroom because we didn’t want … Continue reading Third time’s the charm
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.
I don't mean to set you on a pedestal, to bend your truth back under the weight of my fictions. I lie, again and again, in the hollow of your perfection. This time I will listen when you beg me to stop.