finely lined jaw, receding chin, dark eyes (flashing almost too quickly for me to see: happiness, sadness, and anger) pupils dilate rapidly as he tells me he can't bear to not have me around because then i'll have to be alone with my thoughts my happiness means so much to him but only if my … Continue reading His Inner Monologue
Month: November 2016
Muses
dear muses, we haven't spoken in over a year. the last time i saw you, you were angry with me. and you told me i was a distraction. and you, you, and you! those smiles, the wry wit, the winks. how you play the piano, and how you are passionate about your business, and you! … Continue reading Muses
Soon It Will Be Cold Enough To Build Fires
i’ve been dreaming of repairing friendships, and have begun acting out those dreams in my less-chaotic reality. the latest one involved a massive, crowded, noisy stadium. recognizing where i was, suddenly, i sprinted away from that re-connection [i somehow knew who was in that stadium, holding a beer, cheering on the Cubs] and, of course, … Continue reading Soon It Will Be Cold Enough To Build Fires
