She sits…

She sits drinks her drink sees the table beneath her empty glass remembers the day when her glass was never empty She sits wishes for another chance at the youth she wasted chasing attention down dark alleys mornings spent trying to piece together the night She sits feeling something something different and new she cannot …

Passing

As the miles passed underneath, as time passed all around and a million moments were born, she never forgot her lover’s lips as they caressed her own, as they touched her flesh. Never again was she to feel their passage, or see tears falling to the earth in that memory of the moment, her lips …

stained matress

She was sad        and fat She was not what I expected               when I opened the front door of the apartment I was renting in the city Yes, I had said I wanted something new        something not many people asked for and she was certainly that               in all of her sad, fat glory. I told her …

Homecoming

She met me on the street, all smiles and flipping hair, she held her backpack in one hand a cigarette in the other, they both fell to the ground as she threw her hands around my neck. I pulled her close, her curves pushing tight against me, my arms tight around her waist as our …