Velvet Curtains and Atom Bombs (good morning, America)

And on the nights where tender velvet curtains brush your bare and peach-fuzzed body, where you are fully exposed and yet confined by his emotional boundaries, you cry as he punctures you and you feel more naked and corsetted. You do not understand the paradox of being less free and less bare when entirely naked…

ID

What shit am I trying to pull? This isn’t a game. I’m not a character in a play. I don’t have dreams of the Canterbury Tales or Faerie Queene. I’m not that kind of romantic. Why do I pretend so much? It’s been eating me up inside. I’m not sure what it is, but I’ve…

Time (as viscous as water)

It’s kind of terrifying how one windy day can turn the brightly-coloured trees to bare branches. You say you love this time of year because of Christmas and New Years and family, friends, and hope. You forget that Christmas and New Years only last a day, and that family, friends, and hope always have to…

Fallen Leaves

There was a moment I was walking over fallen leaves – the familiar crunch was not so inviting this time – and I wondered how things that were already dead, could seem even more dead as they withered under my trudging footsteps. He┬ámade me tea to calm my nerves and my stomach, things that ached…

Constellations

Everywhere I go, there is a reminder of lost opportunities or failures. My life is outlined by men I miss or men that miss me. In my bedroom, down the street, downtown, at the university, in the county, in America, Finland, Russia, Germany, and Amsterdam. It is a universal theme of wanting and waiting and…