Just go away.
I am doing this remotely. From a space not my own. There’s something more to it this way. I am thinking of lovers, recent and gone. It’s always their hands that I crave. The calloused. The soft. I am finishing the gin. I am ready.
I am tired of suffering fools. My head hurts from the effort of it. There isn’t much else to say, except I am waiting for a dress the color of blood and dirt to arrive in the mail. Raw silk and full of folds.
Alone now with no one looking, Amber twisted her hair. She stopped before it tangled and slowly began walking around the trailer, looking. There should have been a note. You would think that he would have left one if he was going to do this. But, maybe he believed she wouldn’t come back. She sometimes …
I am starting to worry that I have run out of words for this
It’s just not coming today.
The moon, in distress, followed close, and the moths tried to pass for their cousins but failed. I wanted to tell you, “Look up,” but the light was too much. You could not see that the constellations had moved, that the lion had wandered off, that the virgin had taken a lover, that the entire …
It was quiet where we were.
He asked what I knew of current events. I told him; the gutters are full of rain, and next door a girl-child wails.