I had a few thoughts while lying in the bath. It’s my new smoking: I think of things I might want to write about there. It’s less convenient: the inspiration that occurred while puffing was easy to add to my phone for later fleshing out. I don’t keep my phone next to the tub for “can’t afford to replace it” reasons. And the idea of … Continue reading Love, belonging, and bathtubs.
i would tell you i love you more than my life, that your existence is more vital than anything in the world, that your smile helps me up every day; i would tell you that since the first moment, when the pain and blood had passed and they put you in my arms, my heart was lost, my every happiness given into your care. … Continue reading i would tell you (poetry)
I won’t be getting my happily ever after, at least not the kind that shows up in the romance novels I read and collect and have been devouring of late. I love those stories. It’s one of those secret things I wanted, a partner to grow old with and a big family. The lack thereof makes me sad sometimes. It’s not going to happen, at … Continue reading The loss of the original “happily ever after”.
“when we fucked for the first time
it was glorious
though i still can’t decide,
upon reflection,
whether it was the execution or the alcohol…”
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From Famine to Feast. 