off guard. electricity.

off guard. electricity. The people next door are burning candles again. Vine shaped shadows stretch across the roof of their twenty-second story penthouse. From your neighboring nineteenth floor studio, the flames look like lightning bugs. You remember when you lit candles in the living room and she was glowing shades of copper and sap. You were far away from everything then. She was never close again. A silhouette twirls through the garden of...

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...

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...

love appreciation

My husband is a heroin addicted felon who tried to rob me on our second date. It was love at first sight. Melody Madison has been talking about us again. My sister has a friend who has a friend who drank too much wine last week at Melody’s lake cottage. And they started talking about us all over. “He slept on my couch once. He’s homeless.” “I know things about her, but they are so terrible. I can’t say them out loud.” My husband...
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