The only storm I will endure is you,
Now throw my clothing out onto the streets;
Neighbors do often look the other way,
Their kindness warms my heart; You make it leak.
For comfort I should seek my Continue reading The only storm
I demand more from you.
You can’t simply expect me to leave the house I’m in and march to your drum. You’re not the King. Are you? Are you suggesting something you are not? Whimsical. Fanciful. A tilt, but that’s all.
You’ve taken Continue reading Trifle
I wonder if it happens to you, M.
I wonder what would have happened if you’d have taken that train with me to Montauk.
We were better off getting drunk outside Tompkins square park in the good loving sun of July. Those boots you put on were the Pallisadoes. They should have been your birthright. Boots for feet. Whose were they? You were in flip flops and a short black skirt when I picked you up, and three gin and tonics later you were circling the column in those long brown that covered your sweet best.
You slapped Continue reading The One That Got Away