On Self-Deprecation

  I am in a mood. I'm gonna compose some letters. Not going to mail them, just let the words flow cathartic. I'll print them on lovely stationary, then burn them, after I cross and cover names. Yep. I'm in that kind of mood. I'll start my drafts here for your amusement. To accompany, a … Continue reading On Self-Deprecation

Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You

The white webbing between his fingers stretched to transparency; his  knuckles, flattened into the hard flex. His eyes were fishbowl large, his gaze, intense. The tightness around them signal extreme vulnerability, loneliness, fear of abandonment. My eyes returned to his hands bracing his dinner plate. Pleading hands, but not for me. For her. For her to … Continue reading Don’t Mistake My Listening To You For Caring About You

I Love You, But…

I'm going to physically beat on you every night after I come home drunk, because I love you. I love you so much, child, I going to let my boyfriend touch your private parts. These are the extreme situations. This is NOT what I'm talking about. I end every year with a reflective assessment of … Continue reading I Love You, But…