My father's Daughter
In love, I am like my father
full of vinegar,
a pitcher's arm.

I threw my phone across the room that night
I wonder if you heard the whip of air across the plastic
Did it sound like glass shattering when the case exploded,
battery ejected?

Maybe you just heard static
the white noise of my anger
a silence in my absence,
creating who we ( Read more... )

Do you want to know the truth ( Read more... )

Assholes aside, this whole being single thing was working out for me really well.

Here is why: 

1. I was having regular, hot (safe) sex with beautiful people.  Not only that, we had lots of unique experiences getting to know each other together.  I learned that dating different people - many of them strangers - is stressful, but it is also adventurous ( Read more... )

The terse rub of your stubble ( Read more... )

Today, snow day
The drifting white piles past the windows,
leaving shadows across the floor
My kitten watches flakes
flying
fascinated.

She's never known snow--
born inside, in a small cardboard box
warmed by her mother's rough tongue
and now, her eyes dance in wonder at the blizzard
that I dread shoveling
and that children will pounce in,
and throw at ( Read more... )

so alone
10 years of lost dreams
all catching up to me
tonight
headache
cold medicine
a bottle of wine
why?

You wanna know how I got these scars ( Read more... )

S's skin scratches mine like a
Salt and pepper porcupine.

I like the harshness of
his stubble, his body:
all sharp angles,
taught muscles on mine.

Between cream sheets,
his hands cup my face -
this romantic gesture unbidden,
misplaced.
Intense blue eyes, hands intertwined
"Look at me," he commands.

I am staring at us, inside of me, inside of him
Like a ( Read more... )

Wide eyes can't look away ( Read more... )

Tonight I look sexy and I want to go out.  B was supposed to call me last night, but didn't.  So, I deleted his number from my phone and all his messages ( Read more... )