Lessons in a corner

You were silent before, lover, I muted my own self to make sense of it. Backed against the wall, I slid forth my dignity into a meat shredder Lips pressed tight all the while. It was my pleasure. By the time you turned and were your own self again I was ground up, pattied and … Continue reading Lessons in a corner

‘This is Not My Happly Place’

Sticky tones offer no solace to a girl who thought she loved music.   Inconvenience is the enemy of luck and so of imagined possibility,   so of self. I am   frustrated by eyes that sag to tell folks of my tired burdens.   So I’ll glue false eyelashes to my slick skin and … Continue reading ‘This is Not My Happly Place’