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”

In the Morning

The coffee is a pleasure, small, looked forward to like the flowers outside in need of water— what a joy it is to give them a drink, to prune the spent blossoms in order to have more— and the neighbor waves as she walks by, her dog impatiently pulling her along into the golden day.Continue reading “In the Morning”