*when you read this, know that it was written for you - played to the tune of Bon Iver, of course, For Emma, Forever Ago... because how could it not be?* Emma, you beautiful person, The date is 04/03/2012, or I guess - if it's in your language: 03/04/2012. As promised and produced, Enjoy. (You're... Continue Reading →
It was 2 in the morning, and though the wine pulled at my eyelids, I sat there still, in your parents living room: Thinking, perhaps, the night could still change. It was March, 2013, your sister's 18th birthday. You and I would be 23, together, the following month - when she begged me to visit.... Continue Reading →
We drink too much of it, one of us was always the first to declare, usually after a blow out of some sort. But it always prickled me when you made a point to say wine. You drink just as much beer, I’d mutter. I was saying we both drink too much – doesn’t matter... Continue Reading →
You said, after an argument. We agreed to name our flaws. We thought it’d be a way to navigate the name-calling. I like it, I said, because I tended to be agreeable in the glow of a post-fight. Controlling Charlie, you smiled, minutes later, when I chose the black beans with spice instead of the... Continue Reading →
I was delirious there at the end, and hadn’t noticed the blood. We had stopped for water, and you were cooling your scalp under the waterfall. I was convinced we'd end up sick without a filter. But you insisted the water was clean as you filled the canteen. In the end, it didn’t matter. With... Continue Reading →
I shake my head. Doesn’t matter what I say though, you’ll think I did. Not true, I’m open to a new narrative. Oh please, I say – putting up my hand. You’re not above a self-serving narrative, G, no matter how ‘woke’ you are. He doesn't disagree. I was checked out before you proposed,... Continue Reading →
I’ll miss you, I whisper, my head on his shoulder. I’ll miss the life we created. I hear him sigh, his breath hitting the top of my head. You were happy sometimes, right? I was happy lots of times. You don’t think – he pauses. You don’t think one day, you’ll only remember the bad... Continue Reading →
You said "take them all" when I left, which made us both smile, through gritted teeth. Keep the couch, I offered. When you didn't respond: YOU’RE WELCOME, I enunciated. You hate this couch, you said. It reminded you we had no money. You called it the ‘cum-couch’. It belonged to college students. Of course it’s... Continue Reading →
We're in your car. And when you nod towards the right, I follow. You remember that time at the airport? When you still lived in Seville? I smile. There it is, over there, you point. The airport. I noticed a plane go over earlier. Thought it might be. You nod. Yeah. You know, I don’t... Continue Reading →
You know what I love about America, you said, while we walked the Spanish cobblestone in Seville. What? I grinned, my head bobbing on your shoulder. How loud you all are, you mused. Not even just in your speech – but in your clothes, too. You pointed to a group of tourists, gawking lazily near... Continue Reading →
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