It’s him calling. Once a season- twice in winter- like clockwork. The number isn’t saved but it’s one of the two I have memorized. I don’t know why I answer. I’m still with her. It’s been over a year now. And I… and I proposed. The mention of her doesn’t make my stomach leave my […]Read more "foreclosure"
He dances around love wearing a life vest. And no, its not a sweet, sensual Samba, but rather a cautious, calculated Waltz. Careful to only get his feet wet. Just enough to cool the heat and suppress his desire for/fear of companionship. Never letting love lap at his knees, you know, ’cause they might get […]Read more "(Fear of) Drowning: a Free-Verse Poem"