i wasn't expectingheroics.and love is this--working for a wage minimally paidand washing breakfast and dinner dishes.scrubbing the showerwith fairy li..
you scrawled your storyacross your wallsand they pounce out of the paintin the sunand the lamplight(which you made me choose--decorating your hometo b..
he wears a silver chain around his neck when he makes love.and the sun casts shadows(we're making shadows too.)fill mewith the odd sensationof jealous..
in the dark of the eveningwe lay, clothedcupped faces.'tell me something'.but you don't always talk to me.you are the quiet and the staringsmoothing m..
i hate the word considerate.and sensitive.you used them so oftenaround me.remember when you saidthat you were scaredif you dropped mei would break?but..
his muscles are like knotsin his arms.he is thinner, much thinner nowin his winter jacketshe makes me wonder about things.lukas drives his forklift tr..
is it unreasonableto need to be heldevery hour of the night?to crawl back home in the middle of the daybruises scattered on your collarboneand breasts..
we had a baby,for a week.you and i,and me and him.it curled up in my stomach pocketsand i wrapped my legs around your waist.stroked your hairlike a li..
we had the urgeto reconcile, a pleading.meet me,like we used to.his hands get shaky with nerves but i wore the dress he likedcut out at the back.tea w..
His bedroom was a tiny, organised universe. I used to peer sullenly into the mirror where he moisturised his face and gargled mouthwash, the beard tri..