When the lovely powers-that-be at Room 704 said that this month’s theme is “growth,” I thought of one thing…
My ass.
Here’s the backstory for those of you who don’t know me (which I’m guessing is probably a lot of you). I was a fat kid, fat teenager, and a fat adult. In 2002, when I was 26, I had gastric bypass surgery. I lost 100 pounds. I never got exactly skinny, per se,...
I lay with my eyes closed. Reciting times tables in my head. Cataloging the feel of every part of his sleeping (slightly snoring) body pressed behind mine.
I could smell him. In a good way. In a “panties burst into flames kind of way.”
But we were determined to be good. We were supposed to be napping between classes. He was. I wasn’t. My pulse was racing in my neck as I tried to distract myself...
*This may or may not be a work of fiction.*
It was a steamy night in Paris. My lover and I had not expected a heat wave in late June and thus did not check whether or not our hotel had air conditioning. It did not.
After a sweaty sun-filled day of chocolate croissants and quaint side streets, we returned to our room and showered away our stickiness.
In our tiny room, windows wide open to the street, we walked...
He texted me the room number.
Before I could knock, the door flew open and he pulled me inside. His mouth was all over me in an instant. It had been so long since we had been together that the heat was immediate. Hands tearing clothes off, frantically making our way to the bed, mouths searching familiar territory.
He suddenly stopped. Taking my face in his hands, he looked into my eyes. “I love you” he whispered...
she lies alone
her thoughts scattered
her pale skin naked
her limbs splayed across the bed
she breathes in
as her lungs fill
her mind swells
and centers
on him
their moment
the time they had
her fingers flutter
she moves with precision
missing him
needing to feel
as she did then
eyelids pressed shut
so tight her lashes
kiss her face
breath locked deep
chest trembling
she recalls him
over and over again
she brings...