Crusted dishes climb up out of the kitchen sink. There’s a pair of crumpled socks on the rug. He’s wearing ripped sweatpants.
when i was young / i was taught / all good things start with / a doctor a lawyer / a pair of black nikes, a terrile burning lust
I can never say what I should say. Too late; I say it when it shouldn’t be said alone in the dark I speak slowly lowly muffled in sheets trampled under breath I say it you know I try to say it, love, under a sigh part of a laugh part of a death... I’d …
It was a kiss goodbye in more ways than one. Goodbye for now, you’ll be back in a week. Goodbye for now, you will let him go. You will go home.
You tell a joke that makes us all laugh. My friend nudges my arm, whispers in my ear, Marry him.