September 25, 2009
thursday
i’ve left again. hair knotted and tangled around his legs. he lowers me to my knees.
12:17 i stare at him naked, sinking, while i pull on black boots over dirty socks, underwear in my back pocket.
July 31, 2009
you’re jamming the glowing number one button with your index finger. slip slide on the marble tile elevator floor in pink filthied ballet slippers. size 6 on the right foot. size 6 1/2 on the left. run through that freshly waxed hallway down onto Front Street. eventually, a left at Kettner and dial violently. "i don’t understand" he says.
and you never did.
