I am pulling up in front of his house, with a round plastic container of shredded Parmesan bouncing around the passenger seat. He called earlier in the week. "I found a few things, cleaning out storage. I think you may want them." I could've asked what the items were, and determined then whether they were... Continue Reading →
I still sit on the board of my ex fiance's nonprofit. Last night, we had a quarterly meeting. I was purposely late, if I'm being truthful. Although, I'm still not sure why, bouncing around my bedroom aimlessly before finally dragging myself out the door.When I pulled up, I called him from the car. Which house... Continue Reading →
It's 20 past the hour when I finally throw open the door to the restaurant we agreed to meet. He's easy to spot, his long, braided hair setting over his right shoulder; I see him through the window walking up, and glide past the hostess stand with a signal that implies 'I know where to... Continue Reading →
I met my ex fiance last night at a restaurant we used to frequent when we didn't feel like cooking. We were reviewing the papers, beside one another, and I was chewing on the knuckle of my index finger. How is it so hard to close a bank account? I muttered. Hey, he whispered, reaching... 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 →
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