Everything that needed to be moved out of my former studio is now relocated and interestingly I'm not as upset about it as anticipated. Granted, I have the comfort of knowing there's still a chance of me getting another studio, but my adaptability to issues in my life is much more comforting. Stress can pull at my fringes, for a moment, and then ( Read more... )

Pomegranate juice splashed into my eye, stained my cuticles, shined a pinkish mauve glaze on my fingers. And I could be very classy, eat the pomegranate seeds with a silver spoon, but I prefer to eat them with my hands ( Read more... )

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After making love, after watching him get dressed for work, after he kissed me goodbye - I couldn't sleep.

Sometimes I feel as though I am a bruise waiting for the purple and yellow pigmentation to leave evidence of the transgression. What trans... Then barely a minute later, I get up ( Read more... )

because I want my fingertips to feel the tiny plastic intricacies of your buttons, zipper; I want to seemore of you, but only in pieces, and slowly so that I can absorb every inch of you with my eyes; I want to feel the weight of your desire and your quiet impatience as I take off your pants; I want to smile at my awkwardness and your eyes watching ( Read more... )

I was supposed to go home today - traveling to and from Vermont is a syncronized journey composed of planes and buses and taxis, but the first step in the line, my incompetent taxi driver was late picking me up, which was all the time we needed to decide that I could stay the rest of the week and just leave for Tennessee with him by bus ( Read more... )