And You We took the arm down off the shelf, softly creeping everyone the fuck out. It was holding a pack of cigarettes, still. Cloves, and that’s not even the most disturbing thing. Last night, I dreamt about her and her and him and you and you were the one not kissing me. She said that when she drinks she feels heat pouring into her left breast, like tequila turning over in bed and leaving an impression. Can you hear me? Dear goddess, can you hear me now? I just want to than
The last time I saw L, he had overdosed on Klonopin. I visited him once in the hospital, gave him a shitty card with the phrase “Get Well,” even though I had the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that he would not, no matter how hard he wanted to try. It’s not that he didn’t want to get better—maybe he couldn’t. Even though there were so many times I resented him, for drinking too much, for blaming his drinking on his friends as if anyone forces you to drink, for forge
They sat on the mid-campus bench watching classmates scuttle like ants to their lectures. Trees sheltered them, their leaves dappling the sunlight into puzzle pieces. Ginny tapped her finger on the notebook she cradled. “Did you know Edith Wharton’s husband found her success as a novelist embarrassing? He’d point to her at social gatherings and comment that nobody’d believe someone with so small a waist could find pleasure in such pursuits.” Her voice strengthened as she reso
10 honest thoughts on the subject of sex 1. I only hate the word virgin, because I am one. 2. I am afraid of pain. 3. One day I want someone look at me as if I
was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. 4. I couldn’t be naked for just anybody.
I couldn’t be naked for just any body.
I would need a someone to clutch, close
not just to fuck.
I would need a hand to hold, not one that simply drags me back to the bed wanting more. 5. I know I expect too much, and fear to