This house has too many of them, I said one night, after I’d gone on a spider genocide. You reminded me again, that we had chosen the basement bedroom, and this was the consequence. "Why do you do that?" I asked, as I climbed onto the stool and up to the platform of our bed.... Continue Reading →
In the mornings, I avoided the thought, when I woke on the warm side of a bed and later, as the dog scratched at the door. Breakfast, he begged. God damn – take a breath Juno, we moaned back, our faces pressed into pillows. The familiarity of our life – I wanted to preserve. 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 →
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 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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