monica’s memory

monica's memory Monica has the shape of your feet memorized. Considering the array of extraordinary between the pair of you, her unbelievable past and your unfathomable future - it is difficult to comprehend the way she absorbs such detail. What you still fail to realize: while Monica notices small corners of any scenario, she doesn’t ordinarily recall eye color or tress shades. She often writes about the azure tone you look to ask her with;...

monica thinking

monica thinking “I can’t wait to go to sleep at night.” Monica doesn’t know how to explain to her husband why she craves her unconscious. She doesn’t know when it went to sleep in the first place. Why he can’t hear it. When Monica sleeps, the sky turns magenta with swishes of blue. It isn’t a blue she can quite describe. It’s a mix of your eyes and the sapphire ring her husband bought her for their third anniversary. You...

monica’s trip

monica's trip Monica's been thinking about falling again. Some people refer to it as a jump. Monica believes that falling sounds much more graceful. Besides, who jumps asleep? When Monica falls, she widens her arms and turns her head. He had a similar grace to thunder. Long lightning limbs. Every time they touched she saw silver-blue. It didn't remind her of how you float. How you drift through the breeze stuffing pockets full of clouds. She...

addiction’s arrival

addiction's arrival The day of our first picnic we eat half of it on the A train while three kids breakdance and we wish for a dollar in our pocket when they ask for a tip. You open a bowl of sweet pineapple and feed me with your left hand. I think of the night before when you commented how, "Your fingertips flutter when you first drift away. That's how I know you're asleep." We bought sour dough baguettes with peppery Croatian olive oil and...

applicable metaphor

applicable metaphor Our horizon residence forfeited to sunrise. I knew once it was bright enough, I would never see him again. I curled my toes in the sand. I swayed to the left, to the right - slowly. He couldn’t see me in the darkness. He still knew I was listening. The two of us heard... the same purpose. Things reached him in another way. Sound was always the sense to penetrate my pulse. Sound is an earliest lesson I recall, attempting to...

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