Ode to a spider on my ceiling - is it strange that I want to leave the light on for you? Or that I sometimes think about you clinging to those invisible strands while a man sleeps in my bed, as I leave for work in the morning. A kiss on the forehead, an arm … Continue reading Spider

Nostalgia Snippets

His left leg can't stop bouncing he's smiling and doesn't know what to do with his hands, when he holds mine, they're sweaty, but after I kiss him for twenty minutes he calms down. Call me Xanax. ~~~~~ She and I stroll like old times, exchanging gossip, laughing over our old loves, our old jokes, … Continue reading Nostalgia Snippets