It’s quiet. Like I’m home alone…but I’m not. Laying here, in the bed at half past eight in the morning, I imagine that my family is in the living room: husband reading, and our child plugged into headphones as to not disturb. The blankets are heavy above me, holding me down, refusing me access to…
“Have you every fucked in public?” Walking home after last call, that time of early morning when it feels like the world is holding its breath, the silence is magnified, and I always find my mind digging into deep corners it otherwise wouldn’t. “No.” Twilight was soft against the trees, making everything a sort of…
Someone else might look at you and miss the signs. But, I don’t even have to see them. I feel your eyes on me, demanding action. It’s up to me to figure out what that might be, which usually leads to a moment of fluttery panic inside…what does he want…what should I do…what if it’s…
From the front row, I could see her legs flashing in and out of the red fabric of her dress as she moved across the stage. I wondered what the lotion she’d chosen smelled like…and if she’d applied it herself or if her lover had. I imagined my own hands touching the shiny, smooth brown…
But First, Coffee (part one) The cold winter wind cleared her senses when Paige hit the sidewalk, and she pulled her coat collar up around her neck to shield herself. She looked to her left; her coffee date had wrapped what looked to be a home-made striped scarf around his neck, leaving only his green…
