I Still Use You

Every time, I use you— the memory of your face, your body, the way you felt inside me— I use the template we cut from our encounters to turn my hands into your hands— to feel what no one else has since felt. I close my eyes so I can see you above me smilingContinue reading “I Still Use You”


The now is hardly ever where we are. We can be found at most times in the future— planning the outcomes of imaginary encounters with those bodies we’d like to acquaint ourselves with after we exhausted the use of our minds— which so easily forget that one day the past is the only place we’llContinue reading “Compromise”